"Oh, ah, yes, by-the-by!" said Gwen, "there wasn't to be anything till the Day of Judgment."
"I wish you wouldn't drag in Religion," said her mother. "You pick up these dreadful Freethinking ways of speech from....
"From Adrian? Of course I do. But you began it, by talking about Death and Ghosts."
"My dear, neither Death nor Ghosts are Religion, but the Day of Judgment is. Ask anybody!"
"Very well, then! Cut the Day of Judgment out, and go on with Death and Ghosts."
"We will talk," said the Countess coldly, "of something else. I do not like the tone of the conversation. What are your plans for to-morrow?"
"I don't think I shall go to Chorlton to-morrow. I shall leave the old ladies alone for a while. I think it's the best way. Don't you?"
"I don't think it can matter much, either way." The Countess was not going to come down from Olympus, for trifles. "But what are you going to do to-morrow? Go to church, I suppose?"
"Is it necessary to settle?"
"By no means. Perhaps I was wrong in taking it for granted. No doubt I should have done well—in your case—to ask for information. Are you going to church?"