CHAPTER XXV.
A STATESMAN--AND STATESWOMAN.
In the same twilight Mrs.Dinks and Alfred sat together in her room.
"Alfred, my dear, I see that Bowdoin Beacon drives out your Cousin Hope a good deal." Mrs.Dinks arranged her cap-ribbon as if she were at present mainly interested in that portion of her dress.
"Yes, a good deal," replied Mr.Alfred, in an uncertain tone, for he always felt uncomfortably at the prospect of a conversation with his mother.
"I am surprised he should do so," continued Mrs.Dinks, with extraordinary languor, as if she should undoubtedly fall fast asleep before the present interview terminated.

And yet she was fully awake.
"Why shouldn't he drive her out if he wants to ?" inquired Alfred.
"Now, Alfred, be careful.

Don't expose yourself even to me.

It is too hot to be so absurd.

I suppose there is some sort of honor left among young men still, isn't there ?" And the languid mamma performed a very well-executed yawn.
"Honor?
I suppose there is.