He was dimly conscious all the time of Charlotte's very pretty face past her father's, peeping around his gray shoulder with a large-eyed, rather puzzled expression.

Carroll nodded slightly after the smile, and told the coachman to go on, and the horses sprang forward after a delicate toss of their curving forelegs.
Randolph re-entered the house, and his mother, who was waiting, faced him with soft indignation.
"I must say, my son, that I am surprised that you submit to being addressed in such a fashion as that," she said, her blue eyes darkening at him.
Randolph laughed again.

"There was no real insolence about it, after all, mother," he replied.
"It sounded so," said she.
"That was because you could not see his face," said Randolph.

"He looked very amiable." "He was angry because he did not get his bill Saturday ?" said Mrs.
Anderson, interrogatively.
"Yes.

He must have given the order to Sam Riggs the day before he went home ill, I suppose." "He must be a very wealthy man," said Mrs.Anderson.