"And now, my love, let me remind you that I am hungry. Won't you order dinner served? Really, I am almost famished." "Jane, you may put the dinner on the table," said Mrs. Talbot, looking relieved. Jane followed directions. "And where is Master Robert, Mrs. Frost--no, I mean Mrs. Talbot?" "He has gone out for a short time. If he is not back before long, you may save some dinner for him." "That's queer, his going out just as his mother gets back," thought Jane, but she kept silence. She looked disapprovingly at the new husband. "Sure, he looks like a gorilla," she mused. "How could the mistress marry him when her first husband was such a fine handsome man? I mistrusts he and Master Robert won't get along very well together." James Talbot took the place at the head of the table, and began to carve the fowls. Jane noticed that though he helped his wife first, he reserved the nicest portion of the chicken for himself. "Sure, he's a selfish beast!" reflected Jane. "If he was a gentleman he wouldn't take all the breast for himself." She was right. Talbot was selfish and had always been so. Some men can conceal this trait. He did not try to do so. He did not trouble himself about criticism, as long as he got what he wanted. "I wish Robert were here," said Mrs. Talbot plaintively. "I can't be happy, thinking that he is going without his dinner." "He'll be all right to-morrow. I'll try to make friends with him." "Will you really? It will be so good of you." "I always try to be kind and considerate, my love. Your son is very hasty, but he will soon understand me better." "Oh, I do hope so." After dinner Talbot said: "Now, my love, I wish you would show me over the house--our house," he added with cat-like softness. "I shall be so glad to do so." They passed out into the hall, and the new husband's attention was drawn to the portrait of Robert's father. He frowned slightly. "Who is that?" he asked. "It is my first husband." James Talbot glanced curiously at the picture. He was displeased to notice that the portrait represented such a handsome man--a man with whom he was not to be compared. "He was generally considered a fine-looking man," remarked the bride. "Humph! Tastes differ. No doubt he was a good man, but I don't consider him handsome." Through the open door Jane heard this remark, and took instant offense, for she had liked Mr. Frost, who was always kind to her. "He didn't look a gorilla, as you do," she said to herself, and would like to have said aloud. Meanwhile Robert went down to the village. He was the prey of contending emotions. It looked as if all the happiness of their quiet home was gone. This man--this interloper--would spoil it all. "How could mother marry him?" he said to himself. But in spite of his dissatisfaction, he felt hungry. There was a restaurant in the village, and he turned in there. He felt that on this day at least he could not dine at home.