And they said the same thing at home. If
only I'd had a daughter....' 'Oh, don't let's go over all that again,'
says the Captain--he called it something or other--a romance, I think it
was. 'But it's true,' says Fruen, 'and I can't think how you can deny it.'
'I'm not denying anything. Do sit down, now, Lovise, and listen to me. All
this about having children, and a daughter to bring up and so on, it's
something you've picked up lately. And, you snatched at the idea at once,
to save yourself. But you never said a word about wanting children
before--not that I ever heard.' 'Yes, but you ought to have known better.'
'There again, that's something you've heard, something new. But it doesn't
matter: quite possibly things might have been different if we'd had
children. I can see that myself now, but now it's too late, more's the
pity. And here you are now--like that....' 'Oh, heavens, yes! But I tell
you it may be yours after all--I don't know.... Oh!...' 'Mine? said the
Captain, shaking his head.
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