Couldn't Amory take luncheon with her?
"I thought I'd better catch up, Mrs.Lawrence," he said rather ambiguously when he arrived.
"Monsignor was here just last week," said Mrs.Lawrence regretfully.

"He was very anxious to see you, but he'd left your address at home." "Did he think I'd plunged into Bolshevism ?" asked Amory, interested.
"Oh, he's having a frightful time." "Why ?" "About the Irish Republic.

He thinks it lacks dignity." "So ?" "He went to Boston when the Irish President arrived and he was greatly distressed because the receiving committee, when they rode in an automobile, _would_ put their arms around the President." "I don't blame him." "Well, what impressed you more than anything while you were in the army?
You look a great deal older." "That's from another, more disastrous battle," he answered, smiling in spite of himself.

"But the army--let me see--well, I discovered that physical courage depends to a great extent on the physical shape a man is in.

I found that I was as brave as the next man--it used to worry me before." "What else ?" "Well, the idea that men can stand anything if they get used to it, and the fact that I got a high mark in the psychological examination." Mrs.Lawrence laughed.