They attended concerts, the theatre, and lectures, as often as she had time for relaxation, and they met pretty regularly at Mrs.Owen's dinner table on Sunday--often running out for long tramps in the country afterward, to return for supper, and a renewal of their triangular councils.

The Bassetts were to continue at the Bosworth house until June, and when Marian dashed in upon these Sunday symposiums--sometimes with a young cavalier she had taken out for a promenade--she gave Dan to understand that his difficulties with her father made not the slightest difference to her.
"But, mama!" She spoke of her mother as of one whose views must not weigh heavily against the world's general good cheer--"mama says she _never_ trusted you; that there was just that something about you that didn't seem quite--" Marian would shake her head and sigh suggestively, whereupon Mrs.Owen would rebuke her and send her off to find the candy in the sideboard.
Allen, relegated for a time to a sanatorium in the Adirondacks, amused himself by telegraphing to Marian daily; and he usually managed to time a message to reach Mrs.Owen's Sunday dinner table with characteristic remembrances for all who might be in her house.

To Dan he wrote a letter commending his course in the legislature.
"I always knew you would get on Dad's side one of these days.

The Great Experiment is making headway.

Don't worry about me.