She ate a few mouthfuls, conscious of his supervision. Satisfied, he turned at last to his own breakfast.
There was a peaceful interval.
The children talked among themselves. Mrs. Denny, hidden behind her tea-cosy, was exclusively concerned with the table manners of the youngest boy. The moment was propitious.
Softly Louise rose and slipped to the sideboard. Her plate once hidden behind the biscuit-tin....
Mr. Denny looked up. He was ever miraculously alert at breakfast.
"More bacon, Louise?"
"No, thank you, Father," said Louise fervently.
"Have you finished your plate?"
"Yes, Father."
Her brothers gave tongue joyously.