“Why, he has behaved abominably,” she said. “I am glad he is sorry. Do you know what he did?”
“Not ‘abominably,’” was the gentle correction. “He only tried when he should not have tried. You have all you want, Miss Honeychurch: you are going to marry the man you love. Do not go out of George’s life saying he is abominable.”
“No, of course,” said Lucy, ashamed at the reference to Cecil. “‘Abominable’ is much too strong. I am sorry I used it about your son. I think I will go to church, after all. My mother and my cousin have gone. I shall not be so very late—”
“Especially as he has gone under,” he said quietly.
“What was that?”
“Gone under naturally.” He beat his palms together in silence; his head fell on his chest.
“I don’t understand.”
“As his mother did.”
“But, Mr. Emerson—Mr. Emerson—what are you talking about?”
“When I wouldn’t have George baptized,” said he.