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Once, shortly after his marriage, when he had come home in wrath after a protracted quarrel with Mr. Tredway over the orthodoxy of the new minister, in the middle of his indignant recital of Mr. Tredway's unwarranted attitude, Sarah Austen had smiled. The smile had had in it, to be sure, nothing of conscious superiority, but it had been utterly inexplicable to Hilary Vane.
Once, shortly after his marriage, when he had come home in wrath after a protracted quarrel with Mr. Tredway over the orthodoxy of the new minister, in the middle of his indignant recital of Mr. Tredway's unwarranted attitude, Sarah Austen had smiled. The smile had had in it, to be sure, nothing of conscious superiority, but it had been utterly inexplicable to Hilary Vane.
"Poor Hilary!" he said again, "poor Hilary! I'll go down there the first thing in the morning." Another silence, and then Mr. Freeman, the secretary, entered. "I telephoned to Dr. Tredway's, Mr. Flint. I thought that would be quickest. Mr. Vane has left home. They don't know where he's gone." "Left home! It's impossible!" and he glanced at Victoria, who had risen to her feet.
"Poor Hilary!" he said again, "poor Hilary! I'll go down there the first thing in the morning." Another silence, and then Mr. Freeman, the secretary, entered. "I telephoned to Dr. Tredway's, Mr. Flint. I thought that would be quickest. Mr. Vane has left home. They don't know where he's gone." "Left home! It's impossible!" and he glanced at Victoria, who had risen to her feet.
"Poor Hilary!" he said again, "poor Hilary! I'll go down there the first thing in the morning." Another silence, and then Mr. Freeman, the secretary, entered. "I telephoned to Dr. Tredway's, Mr. Flint. I thought that would be quickest. Mr. Vane has left home. They don't know where he's gone." "Left home! It's impossible!" and he glanced at Victoria, who had risen to her feet.
Once, shortly after his marriage, when he had come home in wrath after a protracted quarrel with Mr. Tredway over the orthodoxy of the new minister, in the middle of his indignant recital of Mr. Tredway's unwarranted attitude, Sarah Austen had smiled. The smile had had in it, to be sure, nothing of conscious superiority, but it had been utterly inexplicable to Hilary Vane.
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