The alternative . o his son. Your mother has been dead for sixteen years, Bos-worth. [24] The Van Pyokes Bosworth opened his eyes, Yes, sir, he said, trying to guess what was coming. She was a noble woman, my boy. I — I shall neverforget her. I loved her, said Bosworth, vaguely. I have always said that a man should nt marry a secondtime, proceeded Mr. Van Pycke. Bosworth sniffed. Pycke went on : That is, until his first wife hasbeen — er — at rest for fifteen years or more. Its onlydecent. I see, said Bosworth, comprehending. You do ? demanded his father, a bit upset. « Who is she, dad
The alternative . o his son. Your mother has been dead for sixteen years, Bos-worth. [24] The Van Pyokes Bosworth opened his eyes, Yes, sir, he said, trying to guess what was coming. She was a noble woman, my boy. I — I shall neverforget her. I loved her, said Bosworth, vaguely. I have always said that a man should nt marry a secondtime, proceeded Mr. Van Pycke. Bosworth sniffed. Pycke went on : That is, until his first wife hasbeen — er — at rest for fifteen years or more. Its onlydecent. I see, said Bosworth, comprehending. You do ? demanded his father, a bit upset. « Who is she, dad ? Mr. Van Pyckes chin was so far down in the baby lambthat his reply was barely audible. I hope to be able totell you in the morning — perhaps late this evening, myson. The young man was smiling in his corner of the cab. Are you quite sure you love her, dad ? he asked, with-out guile. Mr. Van Pycke coughed. « Perhaps you *d better wait till morning to tell me that,too, said his son, coming to the [25]
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