He knew she would not have attempted to answer if he had put it to her, but that very fact made him the more sore.

He hated to feel himself at variance with Sylvia.
"Can't you play something ?" he said to her in desperation as they entered the drawing-room after dinner.
She looked at bun, her wide brows slightly raised.
"Well ?" he questioned impatiently.
"Ask--Mrs.Ingleton first!" she said in a rapid whisper.
Mrs.Ingleton caught it, however.

She had the keen senses of a lynx.

"Now, Sylvia, my child, come here!" she commanded playfully.
"I can't have you calling me that, you know.

If we are going to live together, we must have absolutely clear understanding between us on all points.