"Papa has very bad manners! To go throwing down his napkin, slamming the door, like a schoolboy!" she said, fretfully, involuntarily, as though to annoy Addie. But he frowned and said nothing; and she went on, "At least, in my father's house I was never accustomed to such rudeness!"
Suddenly, he clenched his little fist and banged it on the table till the glasses rang again:
"And now you keep quiet about Papa!"
He looked at her severely, with his blue eyes suddenly grown hard and a frown on his forehead.
She started and upset her glass. Then she began to weep, softly.
He let her be, for a few minutes. She cried, sobbed, bit her handkerchief. Then he rose, walked round the table, kissed her very gently.
"You have ... a nice way ... of talking ... to your mother!" she said, between her sobs.
He made no reply.
"A pretty tone to use to your mother!" she went on.
He took her by the chin and lifted up her face: