At night my mother called me to her side.
"Laura, you do not look so cheerful this evening.

What makes my daughter so sad ?" I could not tell her of that scene I had witnessed; I could not tell her of what was wrong.
On the morning following this, to me, horrible day, I could not help seeing that there was quite a new understanding between my father and Miss Reinhart.

I overheard him say to her: "It would have been quite impossible to have gone on; the whole country would have been in an uproar." All that day there seemed to me something mysterious going on in the house; the servants went about with puzzled faces; there were whisperings and consultations.

I heard Patience say to Emma: "It is not true.

I would not believe it.