Mark Ambient. "My dear little boy, will you go with me or will you stay with your mother?"
"Oh, it's a shame!" cried the vicar's lady, with increased hilarity.
"Papa, I don't think I can choose," the child answered, making his voice very low and confidential. "But I have been a great deal with mamma to-day," he added in a moment.
"And very little with papa! My dear fellow, I think you have chosen!" And Mark Ambient walked off with his son, accompanied by re-echoing but inarticulate comments from my fellow- visitor.
His wife had seated herself again, and her fixed eyes, bent upon the ground, expressed for a few moments so much mute agitation that I felt as if almost any remark from my own lips would be a false note. But Mrs. Ambient quickly recovered herself, and said to me civilly enough that she hoped I did n't mind having had to walk from the station. I reassured her on this point, and she went on, "We have got a thing that might have gone for you, but my husband would n't order it."
"That gave me the pleasure of a walk with him," I rejoined.
She was silent a minute, and then she said, "I believe the Americans walk very little."
"Yes, we always run," I answered laughingly.
She looked at me seriously, and I began to perceive a certain coldness in her pretty eyes. "I suppose your distances are so great."
