He doesn't say hardly anything to me, only once or twice when he got to asking questions again about Boston and Mother.
The last time I told him all about Mr.Harlow, and he was so interested! I just happened to mention his name, and he wanted to know right away if it was Mr.Carl Harlow, and if I knew whether Mother had ever known him before.

And of course I told him right away that it was--the same one she was engaged to before she was engaged to him.
Father looked funny and kind of grunted and said, yes, yes, he knew.
Then he said, "That will do, Mary." And he began to read his book again.

But he never turned a page, and it wasn't five minutes before he got up and walked around the room, picking out books from the bookcases and putting them right back, and picking up things from the mantel and putting _them_ right back.

Then he turned to me and asked with a kind of of-course-I-don't-care air: "Did you say you saw quite a little of--this Harlow fellow ?" But he did care.

I know he did.