We are going to make her very happy--as well as good." She tapped Sylvia's shoulder with smiling significance, looking at her husband to set his seal to the declaration.
Mr.Ingleton was obviously feeling very uncomfortable.

He glanced at Sylvia almost appealingly.
"I hope we are all going to be happy," he said rather gruffly.
"Don't see why we shouldn't be, I'm sure.

I like a quiet life myself.

Got some tea for us, Sylvia ?" Sylvia turned, stiffly unresponsive to her step-mother's blandishments.

"This way," she said, and crossed the hall to the drawing-room.
It was a beautiful room aglow just then with the rays of the western sun.