"Don't speak so loudly—you do get so excited about things," said George.
Effie lowered her voice. Lawson, as he talked to Mrs. Staunton, glanced sharply at her.
Tea was brought in, and Effie had to take her place at the tea-tray. George's words had made her feel more uncomfortable than ever. It was absolute nonsense to suppose that he could be earning money at this rate.
After tea, Effie had to go back to the hospital.
"Good-by mother," she said. "I won't see you now for a fortnight."
Mrs. Staunton got up and put her feeble old arms round her daughter's neck. "Good-by, my darling," she said. "Take care of yourself; don't overwork yourself. Remember it is unnecessary. You have got a home, and a dear, noble, faithful brother to provide for you."
"Yes, Effie, you are heartily welcome to all that I can give you," said George in a lofty tone.
Effie pressed her lips to her mother's, kept her arms for one moment round her neck, and then turned away with tears in her eyes.
"Good-by, George," she said, holding out her hand.
"I'll see you back to the hospital," said George.