The girl took March's vacant chair, where she had her cup of bouillon, which she continued to hold untasted in her hand after the first sip.

Mrs.March did the same with hers, and at the moment she had got very tired of doing it, Burnamy came by, for the hundredth time that day, and gave her a hundredth bow with a hundredth smile.

He perceived that she wished to get rid of her cup, and he sprang to her relief.
"May I take yours too ?" he said very passively to Miss Triscoe.
"You are very good." she answered, and gave it.
Mrs.March with a casual air suggested, "Do you know Mr.Burnamy, Miss Triscoe ?" The girl said a few civil things, but Burnamy did not try to make talk with her while he remained a few moments before Mrs.March.
The pivotal girl came in sight, tilting and turning in a rare moment of isolation at the corner of the music-room, and he bowed abruptly, and hurried off to join her.
Miss Triscoe did not linger; she alleged the necessity of looking up her father, and went away with a smile so friendly that Mrs.March might easily have construed it to mean that no blame attached itself to her in Miss Triscoe's mind.
"Then you don't feel that it was a very distinct success ?" her husband asked on his return.
"Not on the surface," she said.
"Better let ill enough alone," he advised.
She did not heed him.

"All the same she cares for him.

The very fact that she was so cold shows that." "And do you think her being cold will make him care for her ?" "If she wants it to." XIV.
At dinner that day the question of 'The Maiden Knight' was debated among the noises and silences of the band.