But after a little he and Anna must get talking, amusing themselves irrespective of Stephen, inventing absurd little games, like two children, which games did not always include the real child. Stephen would sit there silently watching, but her heart would be a prey to the strangest emotionsmdash;emotions that seven-years-old could not cope with, and for which it could find noadequate names. All she would know was that seeing her parents together in this mood, would fill her with longings for something that she wanted yet could not definemdash;a something that would make her as happy as they were. And this something would always be mixed up with Morton, with grave, stately rooms like her fathers study, with wide views from windows that let in much sunshine, and the scents of a spacious garden. Her mind would go groping about for a reason, and would find no reason.
