“But you’d rather it were later.”
“It would be hard — and very hard. It’s as they say:
“‘A son’s my son till he takes him a wife, But my daughter’s my daughter the whole of her life.’“
“And you think I’d let a wife take me from you?”
“Well, you wouldn’t ask her to marry your mother as well as you,” Mrs. Morel smiled.
“She could do what she liked; she wouldn’t have to interfere.”
“She wouldn’t — till she’d got you — and then you’d see.”