"You would rather have her than your son, mother?"
"You have never given me any trouble, Anthony, but you are more your father's child than mine."
"Some women would have loved me all the more," said the boy, again frowning heavily.
He took a cigar and lit it. Then he said, with apparent carelessness—
"It was good of Lady Kitty to go out to-night. I suppose she thought we would have things to talk about after nearly six months of absence."
"Oh, dear, no," said the mother. "It was an old engagement, that was all. Kitty knows I'm not sentimental."
"Except where she is concerned."
"I shall think you are jealous, Anthony," and as she spoke the half-softened expression momentarily lit her face.
"Of whom, mother?"