Robert resumed his place in the home circle. Between him and his step-father there was no cordiality, but formal politeness, though at times Mrs. Talbot tried to cultivate more friendly relations. He was somewhat ashamed of the cowardice he displayed during their walk through the village. It was partly because Robert had been a witness of his humiliation that he grew to dislike him the more and determined, when occasion offered, to get even with the boy. He was somewhat afraid of the spirited boy, but gradually plucked up courage for an encounter.
When Robert came home from school three days later, he found his step-father in the hall, standing on a chair, engaged in taking down the portrait of Mr. Frost.
"What are you doing, Mr. Talbot," he demanded indignantly.
Talbot turned his head, and answered curtly, "I apprehend that is my business."
"Are you going to take down my father's portrait?"
"That's exactly what I am going to do."
"Why?" asked Robert sternly.
"It is not fitting, now that your mother is my wife, that the picture of her first husband should hang here."
"Are you going to put yours in its place?"