The journey had fatigued Isabel, she ate nothing, but sat to observe with tired pleasure the manifestations of her son's appetite, meanwhile giving her sister-in-law a brief summary of the events of commencement.

But presently she kissed them both good-night--taking care to kiss George lightly upon the side of his head, so as not to disturb his eating--and left aunt and nephew alone together.
"It never was becoming to her to look pale," Fanny said absently, a few moments after Isabel's departure.
"Wha'd you say, Aunt Fanny ?" "Nothing.

I suppose your mother's been being pretty gay?
Going a lot ?" "How could she ?" George asked cheerfully.

"In mourning, of course all she could do was just sit around and look on.

That's all Lucy could do either, for the matter of that." "I suppose so," his aunt assented.