“You have come,” said Mrs. Mel, flushing slightly, but otherwise outwardly calm.
“You didn’t suppose I should stay away from you, mother?”
Evan kissed her cheek.
“I knew you would not.”
Mrs. Mel examined him with those eyes of hers that compassed objects in a single glance. She drew her finger on each side of her upper lip, and half smiled, saying:
“That won’t do here.”
“What?” asked Evan, and proceeded immediately to make inquiries about her health, which she satisfied with a nod.
“You saw him lowered, Van?”
“Yes, mother.”
“Then go and wash yourself, for you are dirty, and then come and take your place at the head of the table.”