wardly at a memory of his
stupid and mistaken loyalty to Felicity.

Lena Harpster was one of those timid natures that are paralysed by
sudden surprise or fear. Had it not been so, the apparition of his
face against the pane, his intense and hungry gaze, would have caused
her to wake the house with a scream. But she sat staring at him with
her wide grey eyes, like one turned to stone, until she saw that her
first impression of a burglar was false, and then that her lover was
beckoning her to come.

She had never resisted his will, and she did not do so now. When she
had comprehended who it was, and his meaning, she glanced behind her
with instinctive caution; she rose from her chair and tiptoed to the
farther door, where she looked and listened until satisfied. Then she
returned, placed her hands on the table, and leaned over the lamp.

Emmet saw the light of the flame illumine the pink curve of her lips as
she formed them for a breath. He saw the upward shadow of her features
against the golden mist of her hair, and then the vision was swallowed
up in darkness. A moment later the outside door was softly opened, and
as softly closed.

CHAPTER XIX

FATHER AND DAUGHTER

When the bishop and his daughter met at the breakfast-table the next
morning, the air was full of unpleasant possibilities. She came in by
way of the kitchen with the news that Lena had gone home on a plea of
illness, and though he was concerned for the girl, the necessity of
breaking in a new maid to his ways added to his evident irritation of
mind.

There was none of the bright-eyed vitality and serene spiritual tone that
follows nights free from care. Felicity observed that her father omitted
his customary inquiries in regard to her rest, that the morning paper,
the usual basis of comment at breakfast, lay unopened beside his plate,
and guessed correctly that the explanation she must make could no longer
be postponed. His bewilderment and suspicions had reached a point that
would drive him to take the initiative, and he was only waiting for a
favourable opening.

The crafty expression of his eyes filled her with irritation and
resentment. How well she knew the trend of his thoughts! Others might
find him inscrutable, but she knew him through and through. In their
long and subtle struggle concerning the disposition of her property, in
the question whether she would or would not help him to build up the
college, she had always