Grace saw it, too; for Grace had her suspicions of that fascinating young officer, and watched him closely.

They were not very good friends somehow, Grace and Kate Danton; a sort of armed neutrality existed between them, and had ever since Kate had heard of her father's approaching marriage.

She had never liked Grace much--she liked her less than ever now.

She was marrying her father from the basest and most mercenary motives, and Kate despised her, and was frigidly civil and polite whenever she met her.

She took it very quietly, this calm Grace, as she took all things, and was respectful to Miss Danton, as became Miss Danton's father's housekeeper.
"Don't you think Mr.Stanford has altered somehow, Frank, since he went to Ottawa ?" she said one day to her brother, as they sat alone together by the dining-room window.
Doctor Danton looked out.