INEZ COMES HOME.
"Don't you and Frank want something to eat?" Mrs. Carlton desperately fought against the inevitable disclosure that must come.
"Yes. I'm hungry. We rushed every minute of the way from New York. Didn't even take time to read the papers. What's happened since we've been away? But you have not told us who was here."
Inez, still talking, sat down at the table, and Mrs. Carlton ordered one of the servants to bring in refreshments.
Mrs. Carlton murmured over the names of several people.
Her manner was so agitated that her daughter and husband both noticed it.
"What's the matter, Louise? Are you ill?" asked her husband.
"No, but I'm very tired," exclaimed Mrs. Carlton. She was almost hysterical in her nervousness as she saw no way of escaping the dreadful news. The more she looked at Inez, the more she was struck with a new look on the girl's face. It was the look a girl would carry who had recently come to know what love is.