Dan looked troubled.
Isabel spoke:
“Oh, don’t talk like that, mother! No son could be more devoted than Dan!”
“That is your way of looking at it,” said Mrs. Webster. “Dan has been with you nearly an hour, and he comes to sit with his mother just at bed-time.”
Miss Linkin jerkily folded up her work, remarking something about “silly nonsense.”
“Don’t go to bed yet, mother,” said Dan, ignoring her reproaches. “I want to tell you about my visit to Gissing. It will amuse you.”
“I am past being amused,” said Mrs. Webster. “When I die I should like to be buried where——”
“Oh, for the Lord’s sake!” broke out Dan.
“Well, Dan!” said Mrs. Webster, “all I can say is, that you Catholics are shockingly profane.”
“Dear mother, let us talk of something else,” said Dan. “For instance, the drives you are going to have. I can afford them now, and you must go out and get the air.”