ural? For fifteen years he had not known the pressure of a bond. Of course it was irksome to him! He really must get rid of it.
His moodiness did not escape Elizabeth, nor did she fail to note the recent accentuating of those lines in his face, which had at first struck her painfully, but which she had gradually become accustomed to. In her own mind she concluded that her father had lived too long at this high altitude, and that she must persuade him to leave it.
"Papa," she said, as they stood for a moment in the doorway after supper, "don't you think it would be good fun to go abroad this autumn?"
His drooping spirit revived; she was getting tired of ranching.
"A capital plan, my dear. Just what you need," he replied, with more animation than he had shown since morning.
"Let us start pretty soon," she went on persuasively, deceived by his ready acquiescence.
"Us? My dear, what are you thinking of? I'm tired to death of Europe! Nothing would induce me to go."
"Oh, well. Then I don't care anything about it," she said. "We'll stay where we are, of course. I am as happy and contented as I could be anywhere."
