Perhaps to-morrow."
Julian presently went back to his book again. If he could have seen
the look Harriet turned upon him when his face was averted, he would
not have read so calmly.
That same evening Harriet herself was the subject of a short
conversation between Ida and Waymark, as they sat together in the
usual way.
"I fear there will never be anything like confidence between us,"
Ida was saying. "Do you know that I am sometimes almost afraid of
her; sometimes she looks and speaks as if she hated me."
"She is a poor, ill-conditioned creature," Waymark re plied, rather
contemptuously.
"Can you explain," asked Ida, "how it was that Mr. Casti married
her?"
"For my life, I can't! I half believe it was out of mere pity; I
shouldn't wonder if the proposal came from her side. Casti might
once have done something; but I'm afraid he never will now."
"And he is so very good to her. I pity him from my heart whenever I
see them together. Often I have been so discouraged by her cold
suspicious ways, that I half-thought I should have to give it up,
but I felt it would be cruel to desert him so. I met him in the
street the other night just as I was going to her, and he thanked me
for what I was doing in a way that almost made me cry.
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