His conscience told him he had "put his house in order"; but he felt as if he had set fire to it with his family locked within, and was watching it and them burn to ashes, was hearing their death cries and their curses upon him.
* * * * * The two young people, chilled by Mrs.Whitney's manner, flawless though it was, apparently, had watched with sinking hearts the disappearance of her glittering chariot and her glistening steeds.

Then they had gone into the garden before Torrey and the clerks arrived.

And they sat there thinking each his own kind of melancholy thoughts.
"What did she mean by that remark about Doctor Hargrave ?" asked Arthur, after some minutes of this heavy silence.
"I don't know," said Adelaide.
"We must get mother to go at father," Arthur continued.
Adelaide made no answer.
Arthur looked at her irritably.

"What are you thinking about, Del ?" he demanded.
"I don't like Mrs.Whitney.Do you ?" "Oh, she's a good enough imitation of the real thing," said Arthur.

"You can't expect a lady in the first generation." Adelaide's color slowly mounted.