Further, after a week or two, he became aware that the young man's work was suffering; and he heard from his lips the expression of certain views that seemed to the elder man extremely unhealthy.
For example, on a Friday evening, not much afterwards, as Laurie was putting his books together, Mr. Morton asked him where he was going to spend the week-end.
"Stopping in town," said the boy briefly.
"Oh! I'm going to my brother's cottage. Care to come? Afraid there's no Catholic church near."
Laurie smiled.
"That wouldn't deter me," he said. "I've made up my mind—"
"Yes?"
"Oh, it doesn't matter," said Laurie. "No—thanks awfully, but I've got to stop in town."
"Lady Laura's again?"
"Yes."