"I'll go bring Josh Craig." "No, not to-night," said Miss Severence, with a sudden compression of the lips and a stern, almost stormy contraction of the brows.
"Please don't do that, Rita," cried Arkwright.

"It reminds me of your grandmother." The girl's face cleared instantly, and all overt signs of strength of character vanished in her usual expression of sweet, reserved femininity.

"Bring him to-morrow," said she.

"A little late, please.

I want others to be there, so that I can study him unobserved." She laughed.