"Then what can it be that has caused the trouble?"
"We cannot imagine," with a sigh. "It—it is worrying Hopewell, night and day."
"Poor man!"
"He—he is changed a great deal, Janice," whispered the bride.
Janice was silent, but held 'Rill's hand in her own comforting clasp.
"Don't think he isn't good to me. He is! He is! He is the sweetest tempered man that ever lived! You know that, yourself. And I thought I was going to make him—oh!—so happy."
"Hush! hush, dear!" murmured Janice, for Mrs. Drugg's eyes had run over and she sobbed aloud. "He loves you just the same. I can see it in the way he looks at you. And why should he not love you?"
"But he has lost his cheerfulness. He worries about Lottie, I know.
There—there is another thing——"
She stopped. She pursued this thread of thought no further. Janice wondered then—and she wondered afterward—if this unexplained anxiety connected Hopewell Drugg with the dances at the Lake View Inn.