"And I've never—you know, Paul—I've never had a husband—not really——"
He stroked his mother's hair, and his mouth was on her throat.
"And she exults so in taking you from me—she's not like ordinary girls."
"Well, I don't love her, mother," he murmured, bowing his head and hiding his eyes on her shoulder in misery. His mother kissed him a long, fervent kiss.
"My boy!" she said, in a voice trembling with passionate love.
Without knowing, he gently stroked her face.
"There," said his mother, "now go to bed. You'll be so tired in the morning." As she was speaking she heard her husband coming. "There's your father—now go." Suddenly she looked at him almost as if in fear. "Perhaps I'm selfish. If you want her, take her, my boy."
His mother looked so strange, Paul kissed her, trembling.
"Ha—mother!" he said softly.
Morel came in, walking unevenly. His hat was over one corner of his eye. He balanced in the doorway.