"I've no inclination to transfer my instinctively maternal transports to you," she said, serenely, "though, maternal solicitude might not be amiss concerning you."
"Do you think I need moral supervision?"
"Not by me."
"By whom?"
"Ask me an easier one, Louis. And—I didn't say you needed it at all, did I?"
He sat beside her, silent, head lifted, examining the stars.
"I'm going back on the midnight," he remarked, casually.
"Oh, I'm sorry!" she exclaimed, with her winning frankness.
"I'm—there's something I have to attend to in town—"
"Work?"