A bachelor's children are always young: they're immortal children - always lisping, waddling, helpless, and with a chance of turning out good.
George EliotSpeech is often barren; but silence also does not necessarily brood over a full nest. Your still fowl, blinking at you without remark, may all the while be sitting on one addled egg; and when it takes to cackling will have nothing to announce but that addled delusion.
George EliotLove has a way of cheating itself consciously, like a child who plays at solitary hide-and-seek; it is pleased with assurances that it all the while disbelieves.
George Eliot