With her small head carried high and her cheeks glowing,she passed him,following her mother,who floated on before with much satisfaction.These opportune tears shed by her nonconforming child should make their stay good for another two months at least.
"You must have had a beautiful ride,father,"said Mrs.Evringham as they seated themselves at table.She spoke in the tone,at once assured and ingratiating,which she always adopted toward him."Inoticed you took an earlier start than usual."The speaker had never had the insight to discover that her father-in-law was ungrateful for proofs that any of his long-fixed,solitary habits were now observed by feminine eyes.
"I did take a rather longer ride than usual,"he returned."Mrs.
Forbes,I wish you would speak to the cook about the soup.It has been served cool for the last two days."Mrs.Forbes flushed as she stood near his chair in her trim black gown and white apron.
"Yes,sir,"she replied,the flush and quiet words giving little indication of the tumult aroused within her by her employer's criticism.To fail to please Mr.Evringham at his meals was the deepest mortification life held for her.
"I'm sure it tastes very good,"said Mrs.Evringham amiably,"although I like a little more salt than your cook uses.""You can reach it I hope,"remarked the host,casting a glance at the dainty solitaire salt and pepper beside his daughter's plate.
"But don't you like it cooked in?"she asked sweetly.
"Not when I want to get it out,"he answered shortly.
"How can mother,how can mother!"thought Eloise helplessly.