Mary was no more given to externalizing her emotions than he.

She met him with a pale, sweet, dignified mask of face.

She put out her hand, and said, "I am glad to see you, Mr.
Harding," but his eyes burned down into hers with such intensity that she turned to escape his glance.

"Father, you know Mr.Burns, and this is his friend, Mr.Harding, whom I used to know." Jack came gallantly to the rescue.

He talked crops, politics, weather, church affairs, and mining.