“I came on my mother shedding a few tears in the drawing room. My mother had hastily blown her nose and spoken to me in an irritated way – a rare thing for her. I knew she knew she should not have been doing it – such demonstrations either of grief or happiness were not the thing at all – and so I was not upset by her crossness, feeling that we had been caught out, as it were, together, and that we must both do better in future.”
