Neither of them did more than make a feint at eating.
As Mr.Delancy arose from the table, he said to Irene-- "I would like to see you in the library, my daughter." She followed him passively, closing the door behind her as she entered.
"Sit down.

There." And Mr.Delancy placed a chair for her, a little way from the grate.
Irene dropped into the chair like one who moved by another's volition.
"Now, daughter," said Mr.Delancy, taking a chair, and drawing it in front of the one in which she was seated, "I am going to ask a plain question, and I want a direct answer." Irene rallied herself on the instant.
"Did you leave New York with the knowledge and consent of your husband ?" The blood mounted to her face and stained it a deep crimson: "I left without his knowledge.

Consent I never ask." The old proud spirit was in her tones.
"I feared as much," replied Mr.Delancy, his voice falling.

"Then you do not expect Hartley to-day ?" "I expected him yesterday.

He may be here to-day.