"What had you been musing about—to make you so glad this morning?" he said looking at her.
"Nothing!—but those passages as you read them one after the other were so beautiful, and felt so strong.—It was a great pleasure to hear you read them,"—she said dropping her voice a little in confession.
"It shall be as you like, darling, about my coming again. But dear
Faith, of this other morning work you must let me say a word."
"What, Endecott?"
"You are doing too much."
"No. What makes you think so?"
Significantly Mr. Linden laid his hand on the pile of study books.
"Well?"
"Well.—For the future please to let these gentry rest in peaceful seclusion until after breakfast."
"Oh no, Endy!"