Is that my skylark twittering out there?
You’re a funny little creature. Just like your father used to be. Always on the look-out for some way to get money, but as soon as you have any it just runs through your fingers and you never know where it’s gone. Well, I suppose I must take you as you are. It’s in your blood. Yes, yes, yes, these things are hereditary, Nora.
No, my poor Nora, of course you couldn’t. You simply wanted to make us happy, and that’s all that matters.