I can't say, 'You're not wanted here.' If I do, _she'll_ be hurt.

Oh Lord, these girls! And Deborah knows very well that if she does get married this month, with Laura abroad and Edith up here and only me at the wedding, Edith will smile to herself and say, 'Now isn't that just like Deborah ?'" As Roger slowly rode along a steep and winding mountain road, gloomily he reflected to what petty little troubles a family of women could descend, so soon after death itself.

And he lifted his eyes up to the hills and decided to leave this matter alone.

If women would be women, let them settle their own affairs.

Deborah was due to arrive on the following Friday evening.