At dusk grandmamma came into Leo's study, her bosom bristling with pins.
"Won't you, for once, drive with us to-night, dear son?" she asked.
"No."
"Johanna is not going."
"Still I say no."
"Leo!" With her hands folded and gulping back her tears, she came and stood close to him.
"What is it, mother?"
"Leo, are you ill?"
"No." He fixed on her a morose and vacant gaze.
"Have we offended you, Leo?"