"I have only been out of sorts, as I tell her--rather off my feed and that kind of thing." Then Mrs.Herrick said no more on that subject, but as they sat at dinner the keen gray eyes were often fixed on his face.

Malcolm did his part manfully: he talked and questioned Anna about her doings; he would not brook an instant's silence.

Anna must tell him this and that about her water-party and the picnic, and those wonderful people who tried to force an acquaintance on them; he would not let her off, though more than once the girl looked wistfully at him.

Why did he not tell them about Staplegrove?
He had not once mentioned the Wood House and the Templetons.

Was anything wrong with him?
He did not look himself; and she had never before noticed those lines on his forehead.
He looked different somehow in these two months.