"Let's go to the drawing room," she invited.... "Fred, don't you think you'd better go to bed?"
"Yes, I'm all tired out. I think I will."
At the drawing room door, he turned to the stairs.
"Good-night, all," he added, and went slowly up to his room.
Reclining in a big chair, Frederick recalled the talk at the supper table and let his fancy rove in dreams of Tessibel and his son.
What a cruel persecutor Ebenezer was! How Helen had suffered during his outrageous harangue! The young man ground his teeth. So Ebenezer was but biding his time to do some terrible harm to Tessibel and her little boy, his boy! Frederick breathed deeply, and pressed his hand upon his heart. Would the thing never stop beating that way! Would it never in this world quit that awful hurt when he thought of the squatter country! He undressed hastily and went to bed, nor did he speak when Madelene crept softly in beside him.