He took a step toward her.
“Mother, do you really want me to marry Marion?”
“I think you ought to be married.”
“To Marion?”
“To some one you love.”
“Circles again,” he muttered. “You've changed your mind, for some reason. What is it, mother?”
He had an uneasy thought that she might have learned of Anna. There was that day, for instance, when his father had walked into the back room.
Natalie was following a train of thought suggested by her own anxiety.
“You might be married quietly,” she suggested. “Once it was done, I am sure your father would come around. You are both of age, you know.”
He eyed her then with open-eyed amazement.