"Are you ready for your drive, Mrs. Leith?" he inquired, with punctilious politeness.
"Yes, I am just ready," she replied, carelessly. "You see I have a new maid; she is rather awkward, but I shall keep her until I can do better."
Mr. Leith gave an indifferent nod toward the gray gown and white cap that was dimly visible at the furthest corner of the room, then he went out with his wife, and Golden sank down upon the carpet and wept some bitter, bitter tears, that seemed to lift a little bit of the load of grief from her oppressed bosom.
After all, she had found her father and mother, and it was possible that she might bring them to see the wickedness of their course, and to seek reformation.
She determined not to reveal her identity just yet.
She would stay with them a little and learn more of them before she made her strong appeal to them in behalf of truth.
She would not reproach them just yet for the blight they had cast on her innocent life. She would patiently bide her time.
It was a strange position to be placed in.
Under the roof of her own parents, unknown and unacknowledged, with her whole life laid bare and desolate through their sin.
A hot and passionate resentment against them surged up into Golden's wounded heart.