Order what breakfast you please, Da Souza," he continued on his way to the door; "you must be hungry-after such an early start!" Mrs.Da Souza sat down heavily and rang the bell.
"He was a little cool," she remarked, "but that was to be expected.

Did you observe the notice he took of Julie?
Dear child!" Da Souza rubbed his hands and nodded meaningly.

The girl, who, between the two, was miserable enough, sat down with a little sob.

Her mother looked at her in amazement.
"My Julie," she exclaimed, "my dear child! You see, Hiram, she is faint! She is overcome!" The child, she was very little more, broke out at last in speech, passionately, yet with a miserable fore-knowledge of the ineffectiveness of anything she might say.
"It is horrible," she cried, "it is maddening! Why do we do it?
Are we paupers or adventurers?
Oh! let me go away! I am ashamed to stay in this house!" Her father, his thumbs in the armholes of his waistcoat and his legs far apart, looked at her in blank and speechless amazement; her mother, with more consideration but equal lack of sympathy, patted her gently on the back of her hand.
"Silly Julie," she murmured, "what is there that is horrible, little one ?" The dark eyes blazed with scorn, the delicately curved lips shook.
"Why, the way we thrust ourselves upon this man is horrible!" she cried.
"Can you not see that we are not welcome, that he wishes us gone ?" Da Souza smiled in a superior manner; the smile of a man who, if only he would, could explain all things.

He patted his daughter on the head with a touch which was meant to be playful.
"My little one," he said, "you are mistaken! Leave these matters to those who are older and wiser than you.