Mary Roberts Rinehart

A Poor Wise Man Mary Roberts Rinehart

Book Excerpt: ...er than beautiful, perhaps. Her face was less childish than when she had gone away; there was, in certain of her expressions, an almost alarming maturity. But perhaps that was fatigue."I couldn't have had Castle, mother. I didn't need anything. I've been very happy, really, and very busy.""You have been very vague lately about your work."Lily faced her mother squarely."I didn't think you'd much like having me do it, and I thought it would drive grandfather crazy.""I thought you were in a canteen.""Not lately. I've been looking after girls who had followed soldiers to camps. Some of them were going to have babies, too. It was rather awful. We married quite a lot of them, however."The curious reserve that so often exists between mother and daughter held Grace Cardew dumb. She nodded, but her eyes had slightly hardened. So this was what war had done to her. She had had no son, and had thanked God for it during the war, although old Anthony had hated her all her married life..