"Oh, of course, if you want to kill father with all your beastly services—" he broke in furiously.
"It won't be—" Amy began, and then, as though she did not trust herself to continue, got up and left the room.
"Mother," he said, "why on earth don't you do something?"
"I, dear?" she looked at him placidly. "In what way?"
"They're killing father between them with all these services and the rest of the nonsense."
"Your father doesn't listen to anything I say, dear."
"He ought to go away for a long rest."
"Well, dear, perhaps he will soon. You know I have nothing to do with the Chapel. That was settled years ago. I wouldn't interfere for a great deal."
Martin turned fiercely upon her saying:
"Mother, don't you care?"