You have begun to break both our hearts, with your reason and your prudence.

One comfort, mine will break first; I have not his fortitude.

Oh, my poor Henry! He has gone away, hanging his head, broken-hearted: that is what you have DONE for me.

After that, what are words?
Air--air--and you can't feed hungry hearts with air." "Well, my child, I am sorry now I did not bring him in here.

But I really did it for the best.