She laughed, kissed him, her handsome, sturdy boy:
“My boy, how could I do so long without you?”
“Ah, so you see! You’re surprised at it yourself! Come, make haste, I’ve got a cab. Give me your luggage-ticket.”
He swept her along; and, in the cab, while they were waiting for the luggage:
“Tell me, Addie,” she said, “is there really no money left?”
“Do you imagine that, when you go spending seven weeks at Nice, in a first-class hotel, there’ll still be money?”
“I never thought of it like that,” she said meekly.
He laughed, thought her tremendously amusing. She laughed too, they both bubbled with mirth, Constance glad at seeing him, at finding him looking so well and in such good spirits.
“Mamma, you’re hopeless!” he exclaimed. “Did you really never think that there was no money left?”
“No,” said Constance, humbly.