It is a great extravagance, Sylvia, but you are to blame, not I." He smiled, confident of her gratitude, and had it been but yesterday he would have had it offered to him in full measure.

To-day, however, all her thoughts were poisoned by suspicion.

She knew it and was distressed.
She knew how much happiness so simple a forethought would naturally have brought to her.

She did not indeed suspect any new peril in her father's action.

She barely looked toward the new gardener, and certainly neglected to note whether he worked skilfully or no.