hat makes her seem so, and it isn't fair."

March went down to his coffee in the morning with the delicate duty of
telling Kenby that Mrs. Adding was in town. Kenby seemed to think it
quite natural she should wish to see the manoeuvres, and not at all
strange that she should come to them with General Triscoe and his
daughter. He asked if March would not go with him to call upon her after
breakfast, and as this was in the line of his own instructions from Mrs.
March, he went.

They found Mrs. Adding with the Triscoes, and March saw nothing that was
not merely friendly, or at the most fatherly, in the general's behavior
toward her. If Mrs. Adding or Miss Triscoe saw more, they hid it in
a guise of sisterly affection for each other. At the most the general
showed a gayety which one would not have expected of him under any
conditions, and which the fact that he and Rose had kept each other
awake a good deal the night before seemed so little adapted to call
out. He joked with Rose about their room and their beds, and put on
a comradery with him that was not a perfect fit, and that suffered by
contrast with the pleasure of the boy and Kenby in meeting. There was a
certain question in the attitude of Mrs. Adding till March helped Kenby
to account for his presence; then she relaxed in an effect of security
so tacit that words overstate it, and began to make fun of Rose.

March could not find that Miss Triscoe looked unhappy, as his wife had
said; he thought simply that she had grown plainer; but when he reported
this, she lost her patience with him. In a girl, she said, plainness was
unhappiness; and she wished to know when he would ever learn to look an
inch below the surface: She was sure that Agatha Triscoe had not
heard from Burnamy since the Emperor's birthday; that she was at
swords'-points with her father, and so desperate that she did not care
what became of her.

He had left Kenby with the others, and now, after his wife had talked
herself tired of them all, he proposed going out again to look about
the city, where there was nothing for the moment to remind them of the
presence of their friends or even of their existence. She answered that
she was worrying about all those people, and trying to work out
their problem for them. He asked why she did not let them work it out
themselves as they would have to do, after all her worry, and she said
that where her sympathy had been excited she could not stop worrying,
wheth