CHAPTER XXI
It struck Mrs. Gano the next day, as they were out driving, that Val was unusually subdued. She seemed to see nothing that they passed, hear nothing that was said. But it could not be said she looked unhappy. And Ethan was in excellent spirits. Emmie was bowing right and left, bowing with that air she had rapidly acquired, and was sedulously cultivating, a royal-condescension-to-the-crowd kind of bow.
"Who is that?" asked Mrs. Gano, seeing Emmie's pantomime, and seeing, too, that Val had made no sign.
"Mr. Peter Hall."
"What! Not the young Pete Hall that I recommended to Blakistons?"
"Yes'm," said Emmie, meekly.
"Why do you bow to him?"
"Oh, I know him."