"Oh, Robert!" She looked at him with eyes that filled with tears, "Disappointment is too easy a word," she said. "You mean the--the children. What a way you women have of raking up the departed at every turn. I don't believe, in my view of the word, you ever had a disappointment in your life. You never desired anything very much and had it snatched from you just when you thought----" He stopped suddenly. "How odd," he said, with a strange laugh, "that I should be discussing these sort of things with you!" "What sort of things? I can't tell you how much you astonish me, Robert. Did you ever desire anything so very much and I not know?" Then he turned away with a shrug of his shoulders. "You are so matter of fact. You take everything _au pied de la lettre_," he said. This conversation remained in Mrs Lycett-Landon's mind in spite of her efforts to represent to herself that it was only a way of speaking he had fallen into, and could mean nothing. How could it mean anything except business, or the good of the children, or some other perfectly legitimate desire? But yet, in none of these ways had he any disappointment to endure. The children were all well and vigorous, and, thank God, doing as well as heart could desire. Horace was as good a boy as ever was; and business was doing well. There was no failure, so far as she was aware, in any of her husband's hopes. It must be an exaggerated way of speaking. He must have allowed the disorder in the London office to get on his nerves; and he had the pallid, restless look of a man in suspense. He could not keep quiet. He was impatient for his letters, and dissatisfied when he had got them. He was irritable with the children, and even with herself, stopping her when she tried to consult him about anything. "What is it?" or "About those brats again?" he said, peevishly. This was when she wanted his opinion about a governess for little Fanny and Julian. "What between Milly's balls and Fanny's governess you drive me distracted. Can't you settle these trifles yourself when you see how much occupied I am with more important things?" "I never knew before that you thought anything more important than the children's welfare," she said. "If there was any real question of the children's welfare," he answered, with more than equal sharpness. It came almost to a quarrel between them. Mrs Lycett-Landon could not keep her indignation to herself. "Because the London office is not in good order!" she could not help saying to Milly. "Oh! mamma, dear, something more than that must be bothering him," the girl said, and cried. "I fear that we shall have to leave our nice home and settle in London. It is like a monomania. I believe your father thinks of nothing else night and day."