She stopped; and so did he. They had sounded that note several times of late. The truth was, that the presence of Garwood in the house was already beginning to have its effect on his father-in-law. When Garwood was in Washington Harkness felt a pride in him, but after he had been at home for awhile, his various characteristics one after another got on the old man's nerves, until he could scarcely treat him civilly. He detested Garwood's lazy habits, his lying abed in the mornings, his afternoon naps, though Harkness took naps himself, and he distrusted his long absences at night. More than all he inwardly raged at Garwood's extravagance, though he dared not complain of it, for Emily had been firm in her insistence that they pay for their board, knowing, as she did, her father's punctiliousness in matters of money, a disposition likely to be cultivated by those who have money enough to gratify it. Harkness would doubtless have preferred that the Garwoods keep house, as Jerome was always threatening to do, but he could not bear the thought of the loneliness Emily's absence would add to his idleness. Restrained therefore from complaining of Garwood, his discontent expressed itself in complaints of himself, and he shuffled about the house with a martyr's patient suffering written in his face, lowering himself carefully into his chair whenever he sat down, with a prolonged, senile "Ah-h-h-h" that heralded, as he meant it to do, the encroachments of age. And then the baby worried him. They had given the boy his name, Ethan, but they prefixed it with the other name of John, which had belonged to Garwood's father. Garwood had mildly protested against the name of Ethan because he didn't care for biblical names, though Emily had insisted that Ethan was not a biblical name. The argument had been settled, at least to Garwood's satisfaction, for he claimed to have found the name in the Old Testament, but with a firmness for which Emily said the name itself stood, she insisted that the mere mention of it in Holy Writ did not constitute it a biblical name. But though young John Ethan kept his grandfather's name he never found a way to his grandfather's graces, at least he had not done so yet, and this only added another complication to the many in which Emily found her life enmeshed. And so this evening Harkness took refuge in his senility and his troubles. "Well," he ventured with a sigh that he knew was pathetic, "if I could only afford it I'd take you and the boy away for the summer, but I'm poor now and old." "I couldn't leave Jerome just now, father, but this talk about your being poor and old is absurd, absurd--and I want you to quit it. Why don't you go away this summer? Go back to New Hampshire for a rest. It would do you a world of good, and you've always said you were going as soon as you could get away from the bank."