“Your stepmother must be an ugly creature?” she said.
“I am afraid I am prejudiced against her,” said Carl, “but that is my opinion.”
“Your father must be very weak to be influenced against his own son by such a woman.”
Carl winced a little at this outspoken criticism, for he was attached to his father in spite of his unjust treatment.
“My father is an invalid,” he said, apologetically, “and I think he yielded for the sake of peace.”
“All the same, he ought not to do it,” said Miss Norris. “Do you ever expect to live at home again?”
“Not while my stepmother is there,” answered Carl. “But I don’t know that I should care to do so under any circumstances, as I am now receiving a business training. I should like to make a little visit home,” he added, thoughtfully, “and perhaps I may do so after I return from Chicago. I shall have no favors to ask, and shall feel independent.”
“If you ever need a home,” said Miss Norris, abruptly, “come here. You will be welcome.”
“Thank you very much,” said Carl, gratefully. “It is all the more kind in you since you have known me so short a time.”
“I have known you long enough to judge of you,” said the maiden lady. “And now if you won’t have anything more we will go into the next room and talk business.”