"Hush, Piers!" she said.

"Not here!" He glanced towards the altar, and she thought a shade of reverence came into his face for a moment.

But he turned to her again immediately with his flashing, boyish smile.
"Well, it isn't good for you to overwork, you know, Avery.

I hate to think of it.

And you have no one to take care of you and see you don't." Avery got up slowly.