"I ought to be doing something," Peter explained. "I know all this law stuff by heart. I'm sick of London."
"I thought you were so interested in everything."
"No, mother."
"Not in the theatre?"
Again Mrs. Paragon merely asked.
"That's over now," said Peter.
Mrs. Paragon reached at the heart of things in one sure gesture of the mind.
"What has she said to you?" she calmly inquired.
Peter stared in the manner of one whose thoughts are unexpectedly read.
"I asked her to marry me."