"You mean that outrageous affair at old Jasper's house," Lyman broke in.
"Well, the odd—you understand—marriage. Yes, it has made quite a different person of her, I might say. Really, I was in hopes—it came upon me latterly, you observe, or I mean you understand—that we might come to some adjustment—"
"We will," Lyman interrupted. "I am more than willing to sign the petition."
"You are very kind, and I thank you—yes, very considerate—but my daughter has changed greatly since then, and I have lately indulged a hope together with my wife that we might throw open our home to you—ahem—you understand."
"We can settle it today," said Lyman. "I believe you told me once that I ought to go away, or sent some word of that sort, I don't remember which, and I am now ready to take your advice."
The banker sighed, and they walked along in silence until they came to the gate of Eva's home.
"Walk in," said McElwin.
They stepped upon the veranda and Lyman saw Eva sitting in the parlor. She came running to meet him, forgetful of everything—came running with her hands held out.
"He has come to sign the petition," said the banker in a dry voice. "Where is your mother?"
She drew back. "In the garden I think," she answered.