Holding it up to her eyes, she said: "I have no wish to discuss
Italy or any subject connected with your son."
"But you do remember it?"
"He has misbehaved himself from the first."
"I only was told that he loved you last Sunday. I never could
judge behaviour. I--I--suppose he has."
Feeling a little steadier, she put the book back and turned round
to him. His face was drooping and swollen, but his eyes, though
they were sunken deep, gleamed with a child's courage.
"Why, he has behaved abominably," she said. "I am glad he is
sorry. Do you know what he did?"
"Not 'abominably,'" was the gentle correction. "He only tried
when he should not have tried. You have all you want, Miss
Honeychurch: you are going to marry the man you love. Do not go
out of George's life saying he is abominable."
"No, of course," said Lucy, ashamed at the reference to Cecil.
"'Abominable' is much too strong. I am sorry I used it about your
son. I think I will go to church, after all. My mother and my
cousin have gone.
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