She spoke serenely, even cheerfully, but there was a decisive sound in her voice, and the eyes fixed upon him were full of determination.
“I can’t understand how you can be willing to act a lie to your own boy, especially when you care for him so much,” said Dion, almost violently.
“I shall not act a lie.”
“But you will.”
“Sometimes you are horribly morbid,” she said coldly.
“Morbid! Because I want to keep a young schoolboy out of—”
“Take care, Dion!” she interrupted hastily.
“If you—you don’t really love Jimmy,” he said.
“I forbid you to say that.”
“I will say it. It’s true.”