To get it over, then, as soon as possible is the chief thing.

And, after all, he is so far happy in that he knows what the immediate interview is to be about.

That little ridiculous girl--not half a bad little girl--but---- It is with quite a resigned air that he seats himself on the lounge, and agrees with himself to make his mother happy by letting her talk to him uninterruptedly for ten minutes.
"Women like to talk," says Sir Maurice to himself, as he sits on the lounge where Marian had just now sat.

He finds consolation in his mother's poodle, who climbs on his knees, giving herself up a willing prey to his teasing.
"Maurice, you are not attending," says Lady Rylton at last, with a touch of serious anger.
"I am indeed--I am, I assure you," says Maurice, looking up.

"If I'm not, it's your poodle's fault; she is such a fascinating creature." As he says this he makes a little attack on the poodle, who snaps back at him, barking vigorously, and evidently enjoying herself immensely.
"I want a decisive answer from you," says his mother.
"A decisive answer! How can I give that ?" He is still laughing, but even as he laughs a sound from without checks him.