His mother began washing the dishes.

Lane felt her gaze upon his face, and he struggled against all the weaknesses that beset him.
"Mother, doesn't Lorna help you with the house work ?" he asked.
"She used to.

But not any more." "Do you let her go out at night to the movies--dances, and all that ?" Mrs.Lane made a gesture of helplessness.

"Lorna goes out all the time.

She's never here.