“You’ve been plotting for this, mother?”
“Indeed, no, my son.”
“Do you want me to marry Eve?”
“You know I do.”
“Then why do you encourage that cursed prig of a parson here?”
“Because he has shown himself a good friend to me and mine.”
“Bah!” said Richard. “I won’t have it. He shall come no more. Look here, mother; you don’t believe that I’ve got Daisy Banks away.”
“No, Richard, I never have believed it,” said Mrs Glaire, meeting his eye, and responding without hesitation.
“Well, look here, then, I tell you what. I’m going to quiet down.”
“Dick, my own brave boy,” cried Mrs Glaire, hysterically, as she threw her arms round his neck.