In a few moments he saw her relax.
"But of course," she added wearily, "it's much more complex than that.

A school is nothing nowadays--just by itself alone, I mean--it's only a part of a city's life--which for most tenement children is either very dull and hard, or cheap and false and overexciting.

And behind all that lie the reasons for that.

And there are so many reasons." She stared straight past her father as though at something far away.

Then she seemed to recall herself: "But I'm talking too much of my family." Roger carefully lit a cigar: "I don't think you are, my dear.