"Where is she now?"
"Visiting relatives, I believe."
"It is a strangely long visit, don't you think? In my time husbands and wives lived together."
"It is an arrangement for the sake of economy, Mrs. Blaisdell tells me.
It seems David had got into debt."
"I should think," she said slowly, "Mrs. Quentin would find it economical to return."
"Mother!" Jonathan started. "Just what do you mean?"
"Her husband and you find Miss Summers quite agreeable, do you not?"
"Mother," he reproved her gently, "you should not even hint such a thing. David is a man of honor."
"Say he is a man—and stop there. A presentable young man whom people seem to like and whose wife has been long away. And Miss Summers is an attractive young woman who has been thrown much with him. . . . I have seen what I have seen."
"Mother!" Jonathan stood stiffly, as though he had been turned to stone. "Oh, that is impossible. You are unjust. It isn't like you to be so suspicious. There is nothing between them but a friendly attachment."