Mrs. Ford nodded, with an infinite depth of meaning; and from the grimness with which she bit off the end of her thread it might have seemed that she fancied herself to be executing a human vengeance. "Ah, I know her only too well!" "And you don't like her?" Mrs. Ford performed another decapitation of her thread. "Well, I'm glad Lizzie has one friend in the world," said Jack. "Her best friend," said Mrs. Ford, "is the one who flatters her least. I see it all, John. Her pretty face has done the business." The young man flushed impatiently. "Mother," said he, "you are very much mistaken. I'm not a boy nor a fool. You trust me in a great many things; why not trust me in this?" "My dear son, you are throwing yourself away. You deserve for your companion in life a higher character than that girl." I think Mrs. Ford, who had been an excellent mother, would have liked to give her son a wife fashioned on her own model. "Oh, come, mother," said he, "that's twaddle. I should be thankful, if I were half as good as Lizzie." "It's the truth, John, and your conduct--not only the step you've taken, but your talk about it--is a great disappointment to me. If I have cherished any wish of late, it is that my darling boy should get a wife worthy of him. The household governed by Elizabeth Crowe is not the home I should desire for any one I love." "It's one to which you should always be welcome, Ma'am," said Jack. "It's not a place I should feel at home in," replied his mother. "I'm sorry," said Jack. And he got up and began to walk about the room. "Well, well, mother," he said at last, stopping in front of Mrs. Ford, "we don't understand each other. One of these days we shall. For the present let us have done with discussion. I'm half sorry I told you." "I'm glad of such a proof of your confidence. But if you hadn't, of course Elizabeth would have done so." "No, Ma'am, I think not." "Then she is even more reckless of her obligations than I thought her." "I advised her to say nothing about it." Mrs. Ford made no answer. She began slowly to fold up her work. "I think we had better let the matter stand," continued her son. "I'm not afraid of time. But I wish to make a request of you: you won't mention this conversation to Lizzie, will you? nor allow her to suppose that you know of our engagement? I have a particular reason." Mrs. Ford went on smoothing out her work. Then she suddenly looked up. "No, my dear, I'll keep your secret. Give me a kiss." II. I have no intention of following Lieutenant Ford to the seat of war. The exploits of his campaign are recorded in the public journals of the day, where the curious may still peruse them. My own taste has always been for unwritten history, and my present business is with the reverse of the picture.