herself said that she hoped to change her style of living shortly and take over completely new duties. What could that mean except that she expected to marry? And whom? She seemed to see few friends outside their own little circle. She must have alluded to her father. It was a hateful thought, and yet it must be faced.
One evening the Doctor had been rather late at his neighbor’s. He used to go into the Admiral’s after dinner, but now he turned more frequently in the other direction. When he returned Clara was sitting alone in the drawing-room reading a magazine. She sprang up as he entered, pushed forward his chair, and ran to fetch his slippers.
“You are looking a little pale, dear," he remarked.
“Oh, no, papa, I am very well.”
“All well with Harold?”
“Yes. His partner, Mr. Pearson, is still away, and he is doing all the work.”
“Well done. He is sure to succeed. Where is Ida?”
“In her room, I think."
“She was with Charles Westmacott on the lawn not very long ago. He seems very fond of her. He is not very bright, but I think he will make her a good husband.”
“I am sure of it, papa. He is very manly and reliable.”
