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Their usual
salutation, begun when she was a little baby, was 'Good morning,
Stephen!' 'Good morning, Harold!' It had become so much a custom
that now it came mechanically on her part. The tender reference to
childhood's days, though it touched her companion to the quick, did
not appeal to her since she had no special thought of it. Had such a
thought come to her it might have softened her even to tears, for
Harold had been always deep in her heart. As might have been
expected from her character and condition of mind, she was the first
to begin:
'I suppose you want to see me about something special, Harold, you
have come so early.'
'Yes, Stephen. Very special!'
'Were you at the house?' she asked in a voice whose quietness might
have conveyed a warning. She was so suspicious now that she
suspected even Harold of--of what she did not know. He answered in
all simplicity:
'No. I came straight here.'
'How did you know I should be here?' Her voice was now not only
quiet but sweet.


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