for him. I shall write to him and say so. But that will not alter the fact. Popenjoy is dead."
"No; it will not alter the fact." He was so solemn with her that she hardly knew how to talk to him.
"Popenjoy is dead,—if he was Popenjoy. I suppose he was; but that does not signify now."
"Not in the least I suppose."
"And if you have a son——"
"Oh, George?"
"He won't be Popenjoy yet."
"Or perhaps ever."
"Or perhaps ever;—but a time will probably come when he will be Popenjoy. We can't help thinking about it, you know."
"Of course not."