"Yes，I've been out on horseback，"he returned shortly."I go every morning."Jewel's eyes sparkled."Oh，I'm so glad.Then I can watch you.I love to see anybody ride.When I see a beautiful horse something inside me gets warm.Father says I like just the same things he does.I must let you read your paper，grandpa，but may I say one thing more？""Yes."
"I didn't come last evening to kiss you good-night because you had somebody with you in the library，and，the giant--and Mrs.Forbes wouldn't let me；but I wanted to.You know I wanted to，don't you？Ifelt all sorry inside because I couldn't.You know you're the only real relation I have in the castle"--Here Mrs.Forbes's entrance with the coffee interrupted the confidence，and Jewel，with a last surreptitious squeeze of Mr.Evringham's neck，intended to finish her sentence eloquently，left him and went to her chair.
"You're to sit here this morning，"said Mrs.Forbes，indicating the place opposite her employer."Mrs.Evringham and her daughter don't come down to breakfast."Jewel looked up eagerly."Not ever？"she asked.
"Never."
The child shot a radiant glance across at her grandfather which he caught，the thread of his business calculations having been hopelessly broken."Oh，grandpa，we're always going to have breakfast alone together！"she said joyously.Noting Mrs.Forbes's set countenance，she added apologetically，"They're so pretty，cousin Eloise and aunt Madge，I love to look at them，but they aren't my real relations，and，"her face gladdening again，"to think of having breakfast alone with you，grandpa，makes me feel as if--as if I had a birthday！"Mr.Evringham cleared his throat.The situation might have been a little easier if Mrs.Forbes had not been present，but as it was，he had never felt so embarrassed in his life.
"Now eat your oatmeal，Julia，"said the housekeeper repressively."Mr.
Evringham always reads his paper at breakfast.""Yes，"replied the child with docility.She poured the cream from a small silver pitcher with a neatness that won Mrs.Forbes's approval；and Mr.Evringham read over headlines in the paper，while he sipped his coffee，without understanding in the least the meaning of the words.Mrs.Forbes was right.Discipline must be maintained.This was the time during which he wished to read his paper，and it was most astonishing to be so vigorously taken possession of by an utter stranger.Now was the time to repress her if she were to be repressed.