“That alters the case,” Mrs. Dainty spoke suggestively, raising her eyes from the floor, and looking at her husband. It was nearly five minutes after Uncle John had left the library.
“Yes, that alters the case,” was the half-dreamy response of Mr. Dainty. “That alters the case,” he repeated, and then relapsed into silence.
So far they were agreed.
“That artful girl——”
Mrs. Dainty paused, for she was not entirely certain in regard to her husband’s present estimate of Miss Harper.
“Do you think her artful?” inquired Mr. Dainty looking at his wife.
“See what influence she has gained over Uncle John.”
“That may be explained on other grounds,” said Mr. Dainty.
“What are they?”
“He has himself referred to them.”