'Die!' Edward's voice surprised himself, and it made his mother jump.
'The young do die,' she went on; 'we all have to go. Your poor father fell asleep. I shall fall asleep.'
She began to do so. But his next words made her wide awake again.
'I'm going to be married in May, next month.'
Her whole weight of passive resistance was set against his purpose.
'Such unseemly haste!' she murmured. 'So inordinate—such a hurried marriage!'
But, Edward's motives being what they were, he was proof against this.
'What will the congregation think?'
'Bother the congregation!'
'That's the second time you've said that, Edward. I'm afraid you are going from bad to worse.'