unconscious. Why had his father-in-law not been to see him? It must be because he was still suffering from the oppressions he had inaugurated. How ungrateful Burley must have thought him! And ingratitude is one of those mean sins, the very suspicion of which makes a fine spirit burn with shame and resentment.
"Eleanor," he said, gravely, "I want to see your father. Has he ever called here since that night?"
"Oh yes, he came every morning to ask after you, until you were out of danger."
"But not since?"
"He thought it better not, dear Anthony."
"Yes, he thought I might not like to see the man who saved my life! My dear wife, am I so mean and contemptible? I had forgotten, that was all. This hour everything has been brought to my remembrance. Write to your father in my name. Tell him I want to see him. Tell him that I would have gone to him if I had been able."
When Burley got the note he was just about to leave the mill. The day was nearly over, and it had been one of those fretful days, which are made thoroughly unpleasant and unprofitable by
