After dinner she stopped him, the others all having gone out on the piazza. He was moving toward the stairway.
"Where are you going, Bertie?"
"Upstairs."
"I don't think we ought to waste this weather in the house. Do you?"
"I don't know."
"Well, I do. It is liable to change any time now. We have had so much sunshine. We ought to make the most of it."
"You go out, then," said the boy.
"But I would rather you came, too."
"No. You pity me, that's all."
"No," returned Mrs. Lowell quietly. "I pity your uncle, not you."