“Did he?”
“Yes. The child is to be buried to-morrow, I hear.”
“Is Mr. Carington the young man who shot the seal?”
“I suppose so,—yes. Why do you ask?”
“Oh, nothing. Idlest curiosity. Pure curiosity unstained by the coarseness of a motive.”
“I am answered,” he said, laughing.
They were soon at home.
CHAPTER VIII
After Rose and her father had made their brief toilets, they found the family at luncheon.