she look as if she had been crying?' Mrs. Nettlepoint asked.
'How can I tell, when she never quits that horrid veil? It's as if she were ashamed to show her face.'
'She's keeping it for Liverpool. But I don't like such incidents,' said Mrs. Nettlepoint. 'I shall go upstairs.'
'And is that where you want me to help you?'
'Oh, your arm and that sort of thing, yes. But something more. I feel as if something were going to happen.'
'That's exactly what I said to Jasper this morning.'
'And what did he say?'
'He only looked innocent, as if he thought I meant a fog or a storm.'
'Heaven forbid—it isn't that! I shall never be good-natured again,' Mrs. Nettlepoint went on; 'never have a girl put upon me that way. You always pay for it, there are always tiresome complications. What I am afraid of is after we get there. She'll throw up her engagement; there will be dreadful scenes; I shall be mixed up with them and have to look after her and keep her with me. I shall have to stay there with her till she can be sent back, or even take her up to London. Voyez-vous ca?'
I listened respectfully to this and then I said: 'You are afraid of your son.'
'Afraid of him?'
'There are things you might say to him—and with your manner; because you have one when you choose.'
'Very likely, but what is my manner to his? Besides, I have said everything to him. That is I
