“I suppose Laura thinks it’s all right, running off like this for the whole blessed night, and no one to look after the house but those two servants that nobody knows anything about. As though there weren’t heaven knows what all to tend to there in the morning. I just don’t see,” she exclaimed decisively, “how we’re going to get settled at all. That Landry Court! My goodness, he’s more hindrance than help. Did you ever see! He just dashes in as though he were doing it all, and messes everything up, and loses things, and gets things into the wrong place, and forgets this and that, and then he and Laura sit down and spoon. I never saw anything like it. First it’s Corthell and then Landry, and next it will be somebody else. Laura regularly mortifies me; a great, grown-up girl like that, flirting, and letting every man she meets think that he’s just the one particular one of the whole earth. It’s not good form. And Landry⁠—as if he didn’t know we’ve got more to do now than just to dawdle and dawdle. I could slap him. I like to see a man take life seriously and try to amount to something, and not waste the best years of his life trailing after women who are old enough to be his grandmother, and don’t mean that it will ever come to anything.”