Did you know my father ?" Miss Jethro answered mechanically, using the same words.
"I did know your father." Emily's feeling of distrust was not set at rest.

"I never heard him speak of you," she said.
In her younger days the teacher must have been a handsome woman.
Her grandly-formed features still suggested the idea of imperial beauty--perhaps Jewish in its origin.

When Emily said, "I never heard him speak of you," the color flew into her pallid cheeks: her dim eyes became alive again with a momentary light.

She left her seat on the bed, and, turning away, mastered the emotion that shook her.
"How hot the night is!" she said: and sighed, and resumed the subject with a steady countenance.

"I am not surprised that your father never mentioned me--to _you_." She spoke quietly, but her face was paler than ever.