She has a pleasant, romantic sentiment for Mr.Wayne--you know how one feels to one's first lover.

She is a sweet, kind, unformed little girl, not heroic.

But think of your own spirited son.

Do you want this persistent, cruel responsibility for him ?" The question was an oratorical one, and Adelaide was astonished to find that Mrs.Wayne was answering it.
"Oh, yes," she said; "I want responsibility for Pete.

It's exactly what he needs." Adelaide stared at her in horror; she seemed the most unnatural mother in the world.