Not that I'm a believer in apron-strings.

Young men will be young men!" Thus summing up the laws of Nature, the Squire resumed his knife and fork.
But neither Mrs.Bellew nor George followed his example; the one sat with her eyes fixed on her plate and a faint smile playing on her lips, the other sat without a smile, and his eyes, in which there was such a deep resentful longing, looked from his father to Mrs.Bellew, and from Mrs.Bellew to his mother.

And as though down that vista of faces and fruits and flowers a secret current had been set flowing, Mrs.Pendyce nodded gently to her son..