'
'Oh, I--I don't know, father.'
The lady asks, 'Whatever are you two talking about?'
'Aha,' says Mr. Torrance in high feather, patting her, but unable to
resist a slight boast, 'it is very private. _We_ don't tell you
everything, you know, Ellen.'
She beams, though she does not understand.
'Come on, mater, it's only his beastly sarcasm again. 'Night, father; I
won't see you in the morning.'
''Night,' says Mr. Torrance.
But Roger has not gone yet. He seems to be looking for something--a
book, perhaps. Then he begins to whistle--casually.
'Good-night, dear father.'
Mr. John Torrance is left alone, rubbing his hands.
BARBARA'S WEDDING
The Colonel is in the sitting-room of his country cottage, staring
through the open windows at his pretty garden. He is a very old man, and
is sometimes bewildered nowadays. He calls to Dering, the gardener, who
is on a ladder, pruning. Dering, who comes to him, is a rough, capable
young fellow with fingers that are already becoming stumpy because he so
often uses his hands instead of a spade. This is a sign that Dering will
never get on in the world.
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