For a few moments we sat in silence, but I fear my grace was as
graceless as my morning worship had been. Miss Warren's manner was
reverent. Were her thoughts also wandering? and whither? She certainly
held mine, and by a constraint that was not unwelcome.

When she lifted her expressive eyes I concluded that she had done
better than merely comply with a religious custom.

"The spirit of this home has infected you," I said.

"It might be well for you also to catch the infection."

"I know it would be well for me, and wish to expose myself to it to
the utmost. You are the only obstacle I fear."

"I?"

"Yes. I will explain after supper."

"To explain that you have good cause to ask for time,"

"Richard Morton, does thee like much sugar in thy tea?" Mrs. Yocomb
asked.

"No-yes, none at all, if you please."

My hostess looked at me a little blankly, and Adah and Silas Jones
giggled.

"A glass of milk will help us both out of our dilemma," I said, with a