dear. It was your mother's property, and is now yours."
"Oh, no, papa! You have a life-interest in it. I am surprised that you did not know that."
"And I am surprised that you should be, or pretend to be, ignorant that the property stands in your name. I have no more concern in it than—Miss Hunniman."
"But, papa!"
"We won't discuss the matter, if you please, my dear. We can gain nothing by discussion."
"I don't want to discuss it, papa," taking a critical survey of her embroidery; "but if you won't go snacks, I won't. Uncle Nicholas told me never to say 'go snacks,'" she added, with a side glance around the edge of the lamp-shade.
His face relaxed so far that she ventured to add: "Uncle Nicholas would be furious if we were to go snacks."
Stanwood smiled appreciatively.
"Nothing could be more painful to me than to miss an opportunity of making Nick furious," he said; "but I have not lived fifty years without having learned to immolate myself and my dearest ambitions upon the appropriate altars."
