"I didn't know that, but it was quite right." "Of course it was," replied Mrs.Dale decidedly, while the rector said, "Yes, young Forsythe said you sent him to say so." Mrs.Dale glanced at Lois, sitting in one of the deep window-seats, reading, with the lamplight shining on her pretty face.
"I asked him to come," continued the rector, "but he said he must not leave his mother; she was not feeling well." "Quite right, very proper," murmured the rest of the party; but Mrs.Dale added, "As there's no conversation, I'm afraid it would have been very stupid; I guess he knew that.

And I certainly should not have allowed Henry to give up his seat to him." As she said this, she looked at Mr.
Denner, who felt, under that clear, relentless eye, his would have been the seat vacated, if Dick Forsythe had come.

Mr.Denner sighed; he had no one to protect him, as Dale had.
"I wonder," said Miss Deborah, who was sorting her cards, and putting all the trumps at the right side, "what decided Mr.Forsythe to spend the summer here?
I understood that his mother took the house in Ashurst just because he was going to be abroad." Mrs.Dale nodded her head until her glasses glistened, and looked at Lois, but the girl's eyes were fastened upon her book.
"I think," remarked Mr.Dale, hesitating, and then glancing at his wife, "he is rather a changeable young man.

He has one view in the morning, and another in the afternoon." "Don't be so foolish, Henry," said his wife sharply.

"I hope there's nothing wrong in the young man finding his own country more attractive than Europe?
To change his mind in that way is very sensible." But this was in a hushed voice, for Mr.Denner had led, and the room was silent again.
At the next deal, Miss Deborah looked sympathetically at Mr.Dale.