That she was not his son's child hurt her now as often before in the
past two months, but that he should have discovered her weeping at a
moment when he might have been expected to enter was a keen hurt to her
pride, and her heart swelled with a suspicion of his unspoken thoughts.
She had never been effusive, she had never posed. He had no right to
suspect her.

With her small head carried high and her cheeks glowing, she passed
him, following her mother, who floated on before with much satisfaction.
These opportune tears shed by her nonconforming child should make their
stay good for another two months at least.

"You must have had a beautiful ride, father," said Mrs. Evringham as
they seated themselves at table. She spoke in the tone, at once assured
and ingratiating, which she always adopted toward him. "I noticed you
took an earlier start than usual."

The speaker had never had the insight to discover that her father-in-law
was ungrateful for proofs that any of his long-fixed, solitary habits
were now observed by feminine eyes.

"I did take a rather longer ride than usual," he returned. "Mrs. Forbes,
I wish you would speak to the cook about the soup. It has been served
cool for the last two days."

Mrs. Forbes flushed as she stood near his chair in her trim black gown
and white apron.

"Yes, sir," she replied, the flush and quiet words giving little