But make every day full of them, every day repeat them! Oh, it's awful! I wonder I don't break down!' She turned again to Mrs.
Willoughby, lapsing from vehemence to melancholy as the notion occurred to her.

'Connie, I believe I shall--break down altogether.

You know I'm not very strong.' She put her arms about Mrs.Willoughby, and clung to her in the intensity of her self-compassion.

'You can't imagine the strain it is.

And if that wasn't enough, his mother comes up from Clapham and lectures me.