She did not feel it for herself, but for her daughter; and she knew Alma would not have let her feel it if she could have prevented it.

But Alma had left the room for a moment, and she tacitly indulged this sense of injury in her behalf.
"Please say good-night to Miss Leighton for me," Beaton continued.

He bowed to Miss Woodburn, "Goodnight, Miss Woodburn," and to her father, bluntly, "Goodnight." "Good-night, sir," said the Colonel, with a sort of severe suavity.
"Oh, isn't he choming!" Miss Woodburn whispered to Mrs.Leighton when Beaton left the room.
Alma spoke to him in the hall without.

"You knew that was my design, Mr.
Beaton.

Why did you bring it ?" "Why ?" He looked at her in gloomy hesitation.
Then he said: "You know why.