"Yes, a good deal. I've been down at Nantasket rather often."
Mrs. Corey let her eyes droop. Then she asked: "Are they well?"
"Yes, except Lapham himself, now and then. I went down once or twice to see him. He hasn't given himself any vacation this summer; he has such a passion for his business that I fancy he finds it hard being away from it at any time, and he's made his new house an excuse for staying."
"Oh yes, his house! Is it to be something fine?"
"Yes; it's a beautiful house. Seymour is doing it."
"Then, of course, it will be very handsome. I suppose the young ladies are very much taken up with it; and Mrs. Lapham."
"Mrs. Lapham, yes. I don't think the young ladies care so much about it."
"It must be for them. Aren't they ambitious?" asked Mrs. Corey, delicately feeling her way.
Her son thought a while. Then he answered with a smile--
"No, I don't really think they are. They are unambitious, I should say." Mrs. Corey permitted herself a long breath. But her son added, "It's the parents who are ambitious for them," and her respiration became shorter again.