There were many things she meant to say to him in Richard's
absence. She would ask him about NINA, and the baby picture which
had so interested her. It had disappeared from the drawing room
and as yet she had found no good opportunity to question him about
it, but she would do so to-day. She would begin at once so as not
to forget, and she was just wondering how long it took a man to
read a letter, when he came in. She saw at a glance that something
had affected him, and knowing intuitively that it was not the time
for idle questionings, she refrained from all remark, and the
lesson both had so much anticipated, proceeded in almost unbroken
silence. It was very dull indeed, she thought, not half so nice as
when Richard was there, and in her pet at Arthur's coolness and
silence, she made so many blunders that at last throwing pencil
and paper across the room, she declared herself too stupid for any
thing.
"You, too, are out of humor," she said, looking archly into
Arthur's face, "and I won't stay here any longer. I mean to go
away and talk with Judy about Abel.
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