The engineer sighed and let his eyes travel to Jane who was gazing in moody silence out at the tangle of trees and vines. Turning again to the paper, and with much rustling of the pages, he made a pretense of reading: "The high barometric pressure and lovely sunshine generally spreading over central and southeastern Kentucky is showing no disposition to move in the direction of Arden. Forecast for the next twenty-four hours: great humility, and low, angry clouds, accompanied by moisture in the eyes and a crackling drought under the fourth left rib. Here," he handed the paper to Bob, and sent another questioning glance at Jane, "read it for yourself. I'm going in before the storm bursts!" Bob looked after him, and then his surprised eyes sought Ann; but that young matron answered with a comprehensive smile, whereupon he sank comfortably behind the pages. Ann might have smiled again had she followed Brent to the dining-room, and there watched him change two place-cards. Thus it chanced that Jane found herself seated next to him, and, having arranged the place-cards herself, understood exactly how it came about. The situation was decidedly awkward, and she came very near wishing their quarrel might have been postponed a few hours; especially as she realized that her other side was flanked by the Colonel, with Nancy on his right--a condition positively closing any hope of attention from this kind-hearted host. In a few minutes she was driven to seek refuge across the table in Dale; but Ann--having made a shrewd, though by no means accurate, diagnosis of the situation--determinedly held the mountaineer in leash. She then turned to Bob, but he had become engrossed with a neighbor on the subject of crops. Miss Liz was next sounded, but that lady, frivolously entangled with various occupations, proved hopeless. Finally, she tried eating, but the silence of her plate became utterly intolerable. Brent had been waiting for this. "It's no use," he softly told her. "Suppose we make up!" She might not have heard him. "Don't you think it is inconsiderate to our host, and the others?" he asked. "They're sure to notice it!" Silence. "I didn't mean to offend you;--I was just bowled over, that's the simple truth!" He might have been talking to an empty room. "You've been so much like a sister to me," he ventured again, "that I didn't stop to think; and only--only acted on the very same impulse I would if you actually were my sister!" (Oh, Brent, you unconscionable liar!) Still there was silence. "Let's count," he suggested. "It won't be talking, and, at least, will deceive the table." Silence. "We might say the Lord's Prayer! That's certainly proper, and you can leave out 'as we forgive others.'" In spite of herself the faintest shadow of a smile touched her lips, but their silence was absolute.