He bit his lip with vexation, but otherwise did not show his chagrin.
CHAPTER XXXVII.
MRS. CRAVEN'S FIXED IDEA.
"You will probably wish to ask Colonel Sharpley about the circumstances attending poor Frank's loss," said Craven, in a soft voice.
"I am ready to hear what Colonel Sharpley has to say," returned Mrs. Craven, coldly.
"I see you are displeased with me, madame," said Sharpley. "I can understand your feelings. You associate me with the loss of your son."
"I do!" said Mrs. Craven, with emphasis.
"But that is not just, my dear," said Mr. Craven. "Accidents may happen at any time—they are beyond human foresight or control. It is my friend Sharpley's misfortune that our Frank came to his sad end while in his company."