"I don't know. Elizabeth is not an ordinary woman; sometimes I think
she's rather strange. I love her, but I don't understand her--she's not
very happy, I think."
"Will Lawrence make her happy, Mother?"
She paused. "Well--he'll make her comfortable," she compromised.
They laughed again.
"Poor old Lawrence," he said. "He's the best fellow in the world, but
quite the very dullest; I can't think how you produced him, darling."
"I can't think how I produced you!" she retorted.