tion when last he had looked thus at the lake and talked navigation.
In his father's office, it had been, with Ellen Powell.
Morning, which banished the magic of the moon, spread a gray, cold shore, overdrift with city haze, below Lida's window. Lida slept, lacking an alarm of need to awaken her; so her husband left her undisturbed, breakfasted alone and went to the office.
He had learned from Beedy, last night, that his father was in Stanley; now Ellen Powell told him that his father would remain a few days with Mr. Alban.
"You've been home?" he asked Ellen. "How's your father?"
She shook her head, watching him, trying to make out, was he happy? Where was his wife? Ellen directly asked nothing about his wife. She inquired, generally, "When did you get in?" So he told her and mentioned also, where "we" were staying.
How could they stay there? Ellen knew that his thousand dollars was gone and Mr. Lowry had sent him more money because of his meeting the Mettens. Mr. Lowry, she remembered, wanted to know as soon as Jay arrived. Ellen wanted to keep him with her; but what had he now to say to her or she to him? She called Mr. Lowry.
Mr. Lowry had no reservations about inquiring of Jay's wife and discussing her. Where was she? Mr. Lowry immediately wanted to know. Had the Mettens returned on the same train with them? When were the Mettens following to Chicago?
