"At my bidding?"

"Didn't you make him go to church?"

"I never made him do anything in my life but once--when I made him burn
up a bad book. That's all!" At her "That's all!" our young friend broke
into an irrepressible laugh; it lasted only a second, but it drew her
eyes to him. His own met them, though not long enough to help him to
understand her; unless it were a step towards this that he saw on the
instant how the burnt book--the way she alluded to it!--would have been
one of her husband's finest things.

"A bad book?" her interlocutor repeated.

"I didn't like it. He went to church because your daughter went," she
continued to General Fancourt. "I think it my duty to call your
attention to his extraordinary demonstrations to your daughter."

"Well, if you don't mind them I don't," the General laughed.

"Il s'attache a ses pas. But I don't wonder--she's so charming."

"I hope she won't make him burn any books!" Paul Overt ventured to
exclaim.

"If she'd make him write a few it would be more to the purpose," said
Mrs. St. George. "He has been of a laziness of late--!"

Our young man stared--he was so struck with the lady's phraseology. Her