in the slack and irresponsible way you have been handling them of late. I have trusted your honor in the matter, Charlotte. I thought you had too high a sense of it to become so shiftless as you have. It has been apparent for some time, and I am deeply troubled over it."
We faced each other for a full moment, while a deep flush of resentment flamed in Charlotte's cheek. Then feeling a little breathless myself, I must admit, I closed the door with what I trust was quiet dignity and retired to my room.
Lunch was served with unmistakable empressement. Scrupulous attention to our slightest wants emphasized an air of injured pride in Charlotte which boded ill. It was difficult to restrain a little extra pleasantness—that drop of oil so potent to make domestic as well as other wheels run smoothly, but which applied too lavishly only impedes. I did restrain it, however, and flattered myself that my demeanor betrayed no consciousness of any cloud on the domestic horizon.
I reflected a good deal on my way downtown that afternoon. Charlotte was not only my right hand now—she was my sole depend-
