“Yes,” she said, and she laughed, “just a hundred dollars!”
“A hundred dollars! Well, he had nerve, didn’t he? And so did you!”
“We had more than that,” said Mrs. Marley, solemnly.
Marley looked at his mother suddenly. Her face seemed for an instant to be transfigured in the afternoon glow.
He might have told her then; he was on the point of it, but a footfall on the brick walk outside caused him to look up, and he saw Lawrence coming into the yard. Lawrence beckoned him and he went out.
“Come on,” said Lawrence. “Let’s go out to Carters’.”
Marley looked a question at him, and the smile which Lawrence never could repress long at a time was twitching at the corners of his large mouth.
“She’ll be there.”
“How do you know?” asked Marley.
Lawrence smiled a little more significantly.