The archdeacon now and again said a word or two to his daughter, and his daughter answered him in monosyllables.

The major sat apart moodily, and spoke to no one.

Mrs.Grantly, understanding well what had passed, knew that nothing could be done at the present moment to restore family comfort; so she sat by the fire and knitted.
Exactly at ten they all went to bed.
"Dear Henry," said the mother to her son the next morning; "think much of yourself, and of your child, and of us, before you take any great step in life." "I will, mother," said he.

Then he went out and put on his wrapper, and got into his dog-cart, and drove himself off to Silverbridge.

He had not spoken to his father since they were in the dining-room on the previous evening.