It is but just now that my good friend said to me, 'Da Souza,' he say, 'I will not have you take your little daughter away!' Oh, we shall see! We shall see!" Julie's tears crept through the fingers closely pressed over her eyes.
"I do not believe it," she sobbed.

"He has scarcely looked at me all the time, and I do not want him to.

He despises us all--and I don't blame him.

It is horrid!" Mrs.Da Souza, with a smile which was meant to be arch, had something to say, but the arrival of breakfast broke up for a while the conversation.
Her husband, whom Nature had blessed with a hearty appetite at all times, was this morning after his triumph almost disposed to be boisterous.

He praised the cooking, chaffed the servants to their infinite disgust, and continually urged his wife and daughter to keep pace with him in his onslaught upon the various dishes which were placed before him.