Houston pretended not to hear the remark.

The woman in the buggy was holding forth her hands to him and he assisted her to the ground.
"Well," she asked, in a sudden fawning manner, "aren't you glad to see me, Barry?
Aren't you going to kiss me ?" "Of course." He took her in his arms.

"I--I was so surprised, Agnes.
I never thought of you--" "Naturally you didn't." It was Thayer again.

"That's why I sent for her.

Thought you'd get your memory back when--" "I've had my memory for long enough--" Houston had turned upon him coldly--"to know that from now on I'll run this place.