She was quite well aware that her husband was enjoying himself after his own peculiar fashion, and that, if he spoke the truth, the flapjacks were more to his New England taste for supper than thick beefsteak.
"Well, wait until after supper, and maybe you will change your mind about having something to say grace for," Meeks said, mysteriously.
The husband and wife stared at him.

"What do you mean, Mr.Meeks ?" asked Sylvia, a little nervously.

Something in the lawyer's manner agitated her.

She was not accustomed to mysteries.

Life had not held many for her, especially of late years.
Henry took another mouthful of flapjacks.