"I’ve come over only for one thing," said Mrs. Stillwater. "That’s to see you, Indiana. After you left, and the excitement was over, I couldn’t settle down again. My body was there, but my heart and soul were following you over the water. I don’t know how we ever let you go," her eyes filled, "and I couldn’t stand it any longer. I had to come over to see for myself if you were happy." She looked yearningly into Indiana’s face. "My dear mother," said Indiana, tenderly, pressing her cheek to hers, "my dear, kind, loving mother!" "Mary," said Stillwater, severely. "It’s done now, and we must make the best of it." The spectacle of his wife and child clasped in each other’s arms, affected him to an intense degree. During the term of Indiana’s engagement and marriage, he had found it necessary to be stern with his gentle wife—without stringent measures—from pure fear that she would collapse utterly. His severity served also as a moral brace, when he himself was concerned. Jennings entered in his usual noiseless fashion. "Would yer little leddyship like tea served?" "Yes, if you please, Jennings," answered Indiana, assuming her English accent. "Father, Jennings has been a butler in our family all his life." Every eye was centred upon Jennings, who bowed with a most self-congratulatory expression, and walked proudly from the room. "Em—em—lack of ambition," said Stillwater, "that’s the trouble with this country. I could see it before I was two hours landed. The Britishers are too well-satisfied with themselves. Life’s too easy. They haven’t had to grow up with a new town—they ought to have been in my shoes, eh, mother?" Mrs. Bunker walked about, surveying the room. "Father—mother—grandmother!" exclaimed Indiana, taking the centre of the room. "I have married into a great family. None of your new nobility. We are one of the few unadulterated families in England, which has never married out of its sphere—except in my case. And I shall assimilate, not diverge. No one speaks of progression here. All are sublimely content. New ideas are shunned, as modern depravity, by her ladyship. Look about you, at these old family relics—" "I expect to see a ghost every moment," interrupted Mrs. Bunker, affecting to shiver. "It’s like a nasty old vault," whispered Mrs. Stillwater, confidentially, to her husband. "There’s nothing better than us," remarked Indiana, with a toss of her head. "Nothing, from an ancestral point of view." "Indiana, drop that English accent," said Mrs. Bunker, sharply, "it’s too affected." "Hush!" answered Indiana, looking toward the door. Thurston entered, with Lady Canning on his arm. Indiana approached her with a very marked change of manner, speaking in soft, low English tones. "My dear Lady Canning, I have had such a delightful surprise. This is my father and mother." "My dear Mrs. Stillwater, I am really delighted. And Mr. Stillwater." "And this is my grandmother," continued Indiana.