human
Oh, she made him put that in,
gpt
The impudence of it!
human
I wonder what she's like, said Amy.
gpt
I've seen Mr. Maxon's name in the _Mail_ quite often. What did you think of him, daddy?
human
He didn't strike me as very sympathetic. He didn't seem to feel with us much, Amy.
gpt
Hates the very idea of us, I suppose, remarked Amy. She turned to Godfrey's letter again; a faint smile came to her lips.
human
He does seem to be in love!
gpt
The question is--how will mother take it?
human
Yes, of course, dear,
gpt
The idea! when the crowning atrocity--the suggestion that Winnie should be brought to see her--was mentioned; and she cordially endorsed the list of kindred and friends who need know nothing about it. Also she paid a proper and a perfectly sincere tribute to outraged proprieties. But behind all this was the same sort of interest as had appeared in her daughter's comments--and had existed more explicitly in her daughter's thoughts. These Maxons--this Mrs. Maxon, for the husband was a subordinate figure, although with his own interest--had abruptly made incursion into the orderly life of Woburn Square, not merely challenging its convictions, but exciting its curiosity, bringing it suddenly into contact with things and thoughts that it had seen only in the newspapers or (in Amy's case) now and then at the theatre, where dramas
human
There was always something about that boy,
gpt
His career won't suffer, father. She seemed to draw herself up, as though on the brink of moral laxity.
human
But, of course, it must be put a stop to at once. She read a passage in Godfrey's letter again.
gpt
Oh, what a goose the boy is! His head's turned; you can see that. I suppose she's pretty--or what they call smart, perhaps.
human
The whole thing is deplorable, but the grossest feature is the woman's effrontery. The effrontery was all the woman's--an unkind view, but perhaps in this case more unkind than unjust.
gpt
How could she look you in the face, mother?
human
Well, we must get him away from her as soon as possible.