Judith
Just by being happy. I may leave this house later on—I have a feeling that its associations may become painful, specially in the autumn—
Myra
Look here, Judith—
Judith
Shouting her down.
October is such a mournful month in England. I think I shall probably go abroad—perhaps a pension somewhere in Italy, with cypresses in the garden. I’ve always loved cypresses.
David
What about the children?
Judith
We must share them, dear.