Richard was waiting for me at the foot of the stairs, and accompanied me silently to the wagon, which stood at the door.

As we passed the parlor I could see, on the east piazza, Mr.Langenau and Charlotte already at their books.

Both were so engrossed that they did not look up as we went through the hall.

For that, Richard, poor fellow! had to suffer.

I was too unreasonable to comprehend that Mr.Langenau's absorbed manner was a covering for his pique.