But there sounded from above no startled cries.

Jack must have got to his room, unnoticed by Matilda.
Mrs.De Peyster breathed just a little easier.

The evil moment was put off.
"Matilda," began Mary, "I want you to tell me the honest truth about something.

I think Jack's been trying to deceive me.

To make me feel better, the dear boy, he's been telling me there'd not be the least doubt about his mother being reconciled to our marriage.