"You've made it a real home, Nora. Mrs. Sharp never stops talking of how you've done it. She was saying only the other day it was because you was a lady. It does make a difference, I guess, although I didn't use to think _so_." Nora gave him a smile full of indulgence. "I'm glad you haven't found me quite a hopeless failure." "I guess I've never been so comfortable in all my life. It's what I always said: once English girls _do_ take to the life, they make a better job of it than anybody." "What's the man come over from Prentice for?" asked Nora. They were approaching a subject she always avoided. "I guess you ain't been terribly happy here, my girl," he said gravely, unmindful of her question. "What on earth makes you say that?" "You've got too good a memory, I guess, and you ain't ever forgiven me for that first night." It was the first time he had alluded to the subject for months. Would he never understand that she wanted to forget it! He might know that it always irritated her. "I made up my mind very soon that I must accept the consequences of what I'd done. I've tried to fall in with your ways," she said coldly. "You was clever enough to see that I meant to be the master in my own house and that I had the strength to make myself so." How unlike his latter self this boastful speech was. But then he had been utterly unlike himself for several days. What did he mean? She knew him well enough by now to know that he never acted without meaning. But directness was one of his most admirable characteristics. It was unlike him to be devious, as he was being now. But if the winter had taught her anything, it had taught her patience. "I've cooked for you, mended your clothes, and I've kept the shack clean. I've tried to be obliging and--and obedient." The last word was not yet an easy one to pronounce. "I guess you hated me, though, sometimes." He gave a little chuckle. "No one likes being humiliated; and you humiliated me." "Ed's coming here presently, my girl." "Ed who?" "Your brother Ed." "Eddie! When?" "Why, right away, I guess. He was in Prentice this morning." "How do you know?" "He 'phoned over to Sharp to say he was riding out." "Oh, how splendid! Why didn't you tell me before?" "I didn't know about it." "Is that why you asked me if I was happy? I couldn't make out what was the matter with you." "Well, I guess I thought if you still wanted to quit, Ed's coming would be kind of useful." Nora sat down in one of the chairs and gave him a long level look. "What makes you think that I want to?" she said quietly. "You ain't been so very talkative these last months, but I guess it wasn't so hard to see sometimes that you'd have given pretty near anything in the world to quit." "I've no intention of going back to Eddie's farm, if that's what you mean." To this he made no reply. Still with the same grave air, he went over to the door and started out again, pausing a moment after he had crossed the threshold.