"And it is very _hard_ of you.

Just because _you_ don't care to go anywhere, you think I oughtn't to care either.
That is what is so selfish about people who are old.

You," wilfully, "are just as bad as Aunt Jane." The professor looks at her.

His face is perplexed--distressed--and something more, but she cannot read that.
"Well, not quite perhaps," says she, relenting slightly.

"But nearly.