Without thinking that her husband disliked being wakened suddenly, she burst into the drawing-room. “William, William,” she said. “The boy’s crying as though his heart would break.”
Mr. Carey sat up and disentangled himself from the rug about his legs.
“What’s he got to cry about?”
“I don’t know.... Oh, William, we can’t let the boy be unhappy. D’you think it’s our fault? If we’d had children we’d have known what to do.”