CHAPTER IV.
SHE HAD NO RIGHT TO ACCUSE HIM OF READING THE BIBLE DAILY.
Phyllis shook hands with her visitor.

He sought to retain her hand, as he had been in the habit of doing, as he stood beside her with something of a proprietary air.

He relinquished her hand with a little look of surprise--a sort of pained surprise.

She was inexorable.

She would not even allow him to maintain his proprietary air.
"Do sit down, Mr.Holland," she said.
"What! 'Mr.Holland' already?
Oh, Phyllis!" He had a good voice, full of expression--something beyond mere musical expression.