that Nan would carry out her impossible program. She always had been high-spirited and as unconventional as her environment would allow, but she never had disgraced them and this—this would be little short of disgrace.
But Mr. Galbraith, now a solid, staid, and highly successful man of affairs, urbane of manner, fastidious as to dress, and of discriminating tastes, understood Nan's feeling of restlessness far better than she suspected, for had not the waaderlust taken him to Alaska—to eat wolf—when exactly her age? And in all things she was very like him.
He could not approve nor give his consent. It was not to be considered, of course, but he sympathized secretly, and he sighed unconsciously as he silently wished that his smug son had a little more of her spirit.
His mind wandered from the sermon to his daughter, and he turned his head slightly that he might look at her out of the comer of his eye, to find that she was regarding him in the same manner. They exchanged the smile of affectionate comradeship which they kept exclusively for each other.
