"I think she is charming!" he cried.
"Don't you?" he added after a little, uncomfortable pause.
"No," said his father shortly.
"What is the matter with her?" asked the boy. He was watching his father's face.
"Nothing is the matter if you don't happen to see it."
"I don't!"
The man was silent a minute. "Sherwood Cawein died of a broken heart," he said at last.
The boy stared. Then the look in his face broke and danced. "I was not thinking of Mrs. Cawein," he said quietly.
"You were not speaking of Julia Cawein?" His father sat up, his hands on the arms of his chair, and looked at him.