the All-Father”—Maggie recognized the jetsam of Christian Science. “ ‘O death!’ as Paul says, ‘where is thy sting? O grave, where is thy victory?’ ”
Mrs. Stapleton flashed a radiant look of helpfulness round the faces, lingering for an instant on Laurie’s, and leaned back.
There followed a silence.
“Shall we go into the drawing room?” suggested Mrs. Baxter, feebly rising. The guest rose too, again with a brilliant patient smile, and swept out.
Maggie crossed herself and looked at Laurie. The boy had an expression, half of disgust, half of interest, and his eyelids sank a little and rose again.
Then Maggie went out after the others.