“Not always at first,” replied Louis, in a low tone.
“Hold up your head and speak out. And pray why has your weather-cock mind changed? What new wind has blown you round now, eh?”
“It's Sunday, grandpapa,” said Louis, looking up at his mother with a distressed face.
“Well! Is the boy moon-struck? ‘It's Sunday, grandpapa.’ Don't you suppose I know that?”
“I didn't think it was quite right, sir, to go to A—— church when we had one so near us.”
“Just as you please,” said Sir George, contemptuously—“just as you please, Master Louis; only do not expect me to plan any thing for your pleasure again.”
“I am very much obliged, grandpapa—you don't understand me.”
“Oh, we understand each other very well, sir,” said his grandfather, turning off very haughtily.
As he passed Mr. Mortimer he said,
“This comes of molly-coddling that boy at home; you'll make a Methodist of him.”