“There, don’t be stupid,” he said, carelessly repulsing her, after she had kissed him passionately. “I was going to say I’m sick of all this cursed worry, and I shall open the works soon.”
“Yes, my dear boy, yes.”
“And suppose, to settle all this rumour about Daisy Banks, I marry Eve?”
“My darling boy,” sobbed Mrs Glaire; “it is the wish of my life. You make me so happy.”
“There, don’t, mother; how can I talk to you if you keep pawing me about like that? Look here, you’re making my face all wet.”
“Yes, yes, my dear boy, it’s very foolish, and I’ll control myself.”
“There, look at them,” said Richard, in a low whisper, as he pointed out of the window, to where Eve and the vicar were walking together on the lawn. “Do you see that, mother?”
“Yes,” said Mrs Glaire, uneasily.
“Do you know he’s making up to Eve?”
He looked at her searchingly.