"Oh, Falk," she said, and stopped, and then went on with the question that
she so often asked him:
"Is there anything you want?"
"No, mother, thank you. I'm just going out."
"Oh, yes...." She still stayed there nervously looking up at him.
"I was wondering----Are you going into the town?"
"Yes, mother. Is there anything I can do for you?"
"No, thank you." Still she did not move.
"Joan's out," she said. Then she went on quickly, "I wish you'd tell me if
there were anything----"
"Why, of course." He laughed. "What exactly do you mean?"
"Nothing, dear. Only I like to know about your plans."
"Plans? I haven't any."
"No, but I always think you may be going away suddenly. Perhaps I could
help you. I know it isn't very much that I can do, but anything you told
me I think I could help you about.... I'd like to help you."
He could see that she had been resolving for some time to speak to him,
and that this little appeal was the result of a desperate determination.
He was touched.
"That's all right, mother. I suppose father and you think I oughtn't to be
hanging around here doing nothing.
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