"My presence seems to have no counteracting effect. By the same rule, I should be—marvellous! To you perceive it?"
Her eye gave one of its little flashes, but Faith immediately looked away.
"Do you know," said Mr. Linden, "I can hardly believe that this year of exile is over—and that there are none others to follow it. What do you suppose will be the first subject you and I shall consider?"
"Mr. Skip," said Faith gravely.
"Mr. Skip merits no consideration whatever. Is Miss Bezac at work on that dress?"
"Because he don't live with us any longer, Endecott."
"Does he not?—Unfortunate man!"
"And Dromy is in his place."
"My dear, my own place is the only one I can think of with any intense interest. Except yours."
"Because we have had no farm to manage this winter," said Faith; "so
Dromy could do what we wanted."