gan her plan of operations by remarking,--

"Mrs. Philbrick seems to be very fond of her mother, does she not,
Stephen?"

"Yes, very," answered Stephen, indifferently.

"Mrs. Carr is quite an old woman. She must have been old when Mrs.
Philbrick was born. I don't think Mrs. Philbrick can be more than twenty,
do you?"

"I am sure I don't know. I never thought anything about her age," replied
Stephen, still more indifferently. "I'm no judge of women's ages."

"Well, I'm sure she isn't more than twenty, if she is that," said Mrs.
White; "and she really is a very pretty woman, Steve. I'll grant you
that."

"Grant me that, mother?" laughed Stephen, lightly. "I never said she was
pretty, did I? The first time I saw her, I thought she was uncommonly
plain; but afterwards I saw that I had done her injustice. I don't think,
however, she would usually be thought pretty."

Mrs. White was much gratified by his careless tone and manner; so much so
that she went farther than she had intended, and said in an off-hand way,
"I'm real sorry, Steve, you thought I didn't treat her well yesterday. I
didn't mean to be rude, but you know it always does vex me to see a
woman's head turned by a man's taking a little notice of her; and I know
very well, Stephy, that women like you. It wouldn't take much to make Mrs.
Philbrick fancy you were in love with her."

Stephen also was gratified by his mother's apparent softening of mood, and
instinctively met her more than half way, replying,--

"I didn't mean to say that you were rude to her, mother; only you showed
so plainly that you didn't want them to stay. Perhaps she didn't notice
it, only thought you were tired. It isn't any great matter, any way. We'd
better keep on good terms with them, if they're to live under the same
roof with us, that's all."

"Oh, yes," replied Mrs. White. "Much better to be on neighborly terms. The
old mother is a childish old thing, though. She'd bore me to death, if she
came in often."

"Yes, indeed, she is a bore, sure enough," said Stephen; "but she's so
simple, and so much like a child you can't help pitying her."

They fenced very well, these two, with their respective secrets to keep;
but the man fenced best, his secret being the most momentous to shield
from discovery. When he shut the door, having bade his mother good by, he
fairly breathed hard with the sense of having come out of a conflict. One
of the resolutions he had taken was that he would w