“He will tell you.”
“SO! Whatever it is, your part I shall take. Right or wrong, your part I shall take.”
“There is nothing wrong, dear mother.”
“Money, is it?”
“It is not money. My father is generous to me.”
“Then, some woman it is?”
“Kiss me, mother. After all, there is no woman like unto you.”
She drew close to him, and he stooped his handsome face to hers, and kissed her many times. Her smile comforted him, for it was full of confidence, as she said—
“Trouble not yourself, Joris. At the last, your father sees through my eyes. Must you go? Well then, the Best of Beings go with you!”
“When are you coming to town, mother?”