I'm not satisfied, but it's the best we can do till our new black's ready, and Ben and Elizabeth will never have thought about mourning yet, so we'll outshine them there.
Get your boots off, Henry; Elizabeth's that prying she notices the least speck of dirt.
I'm wondering if they'll come at all. When you and Elizabeth quarrelled she said she'd never set foot in your house again.
She'll come fast enough after her share of what grandfather's left. You know how hard she can be when she likes. Where she gets it from I can't tell.
I suppose it's in the family.
I was referring to your father, not to you. Where are my slippers?
What do you mean by that, Henry Slater?
HENRY sits in the armchair by the fire.
In the kitchen; but you want a new pair, those old ones are nearly worn out. You don't seem to realise what it's costing me to bear up likeI am doing.
They'll be very small for me, my dear.
My heart's fit to break when I see the little trifles that belonged to grandfather lying around and think he'll never use them again. Here! You'd better wear these slippers of grandfather's now.It's lucky he'd just got a new pair.