And then I went back to breakfast with the rest of them, and at once there was the question of what was to be done.

My mother was all for going homeward as quickly as possible, and it ended up in our seeing her and Maisie away by the next train; Mr.Lindsey having made both swear solemnly that they would not divulge one word of what had happened, nor reveal the fact that I was alive, to any living soul but Andrew Dunlop, who, of course, could be trusted.

And my mother agreed, though the proposal was anything but pleasant or proper to her.
"You're putting on me more than any woman ought to be asked to bear, Mr.
Lindsey," said she, as we saw them into the train.

"You're asking me to go home and behave as if we didn't know whether the lad was alive or dead.

I'm not good at the playacting, and I'm far from sure that it's either truthful or honest to be professing things that isn't so.