"I wish Robert were here," said Mrs. Talbot plaintively. "I can't be happy, thinking that he is going without his dinner."
"He'll be all right to-morrow. I'll try to make friends with him."
"Will you really? It will be so good of you."
"I always try to be kind and considerate, my love. Your son is very hasty, but he will soon understand me better."
"Oh, I do hope so."
After dinner Talbot said: "Now, my love, I wish you would show me over the house—our house," he added with cat-like softness.
"I shall be so glad to do so."
They passed out into the hall, and the new husband's attention was drawn to the portrait of Robert's father. He frowned slightly.
"Who is that?" he asked.