"I hope you are glad to see me also, Katy," said Mr. Craven, but his soft voice and insinuating smile didn't melt the hostility of Miss O'Grady.
"I'm glad you've brought the mistress home safe," she said, with a low bow; "we've missed her from morning till night, sure; haven't we, Master Frank?"
"I see she isn't my friend," thought Mr. Craven. "She'd better change her tune, or she won't stay long in my house."
He had already begun to think of himself as the sole proprietor of the establishment, and his wife as an unimportant appendage.
"I hope you have some supper for us, Katy," said he, not choosing at present to betray his feelings, "for I am quite sure Mrs. Craven and myself have a good appetite."
"Mrs. Craven!" repeated Katy, in pretended ignorance. "Oh, you mean the mistress, sure."
"Of course I do," said Mr. Craven, with a frown, for once betraying himself.
"Supper is all ready, ma'am," said Katy, turning to Mrs. Craven. "It'll be ready as soon as you've took off your things."
When they sat down to the table, Frank made a little mistake. He had always been accustomed to sit at the head of the table, opposite his mother, and on the frequent occasions of Mr. Craven's taking a meal there during the engagement, the latter had taken the visitor's place at the side.