And bowing respectfully, with Matilda upon his arm, he went out.
"Well, Mary, I guess we'd better be going, too," said Jack, taking his wife's hand.

"Mother,"-- respectfully, yet a little defiantly,--"I'm sorry that Mary and I have by our trespassing caused you so much inconvenience.

But Mary and I and our things will be out of the house within an hour.

Good-bye." "Wait, Jack!" Mrs.De Peyster reached up a trembling hand and caught his sleeve.

"Olivetta," said she, "perhaps you and your--your fiance could find--another place for your confidences." "Oh!" exclaimed Olivetta, starting up with a flush.
"Cousin Caroline, do you mean--" Mrs.De Peyster lifted an interrupting hand.
"Do as you like, but tell me about it later." As the pair went out, Mrs.De Peyster slowly raised herself up and stood gazing for a moment at her son.