Mrs.
Gordon's stern repose of manner had never seemed to repel any demonstration of her son's.

Now she continued to knit above his head, but he apparently felt no lack of sympathy in her.
She asked no more questions, but waited for him to speak.

"She's just gone in there," he half sobbed out, presently.

"Oh, mother, what shall I do--what shall I do ?" "You'll have to get used to it," said his mother.

"You'll have to make up your mind to it, Burr." "Mother, I can't! Oh, God, I can't see her every day there with him.
Mother, we've got to sell out and move away.