“Mother would be terribly worried,” said Arnold.
“Worried?” said Arnold’s father. “She will probably die of a heart attack before morning, but then, what is life but a puff of smoke or a leaf or a candle soon burned out anyway?”
“Don’t pretend you don’t take life seriously,” said Arnold, “and don’t pretend, just because there are women around, that you are light-hearted. You’re the grim, worrying type and you know it.