"Well, then, yes, and you, since you are determined to put me through." He threw off Forrest’s hand, and seeing the old watchman approaching on the branch walk, went a step to meet him. "I want you to go over to the cookhouse, Mason," he said, "and tell Sing to bring a little supper up. Take him down to the _Phantom_ and get a dozen of champagne from the port cabin locker. Here’s the key." He rejoined Forrest and they finished the distance in silence. But when they entered the parlor, where Kingsley’s friends awaited him, his manner changed. "You must blame Paul for keeping me," he said lightly; "he was determined to talk. When he has a point to gain he has the grip of a vise; never lets go. You’ve simply got to yield through sheer weariness." Every one laughed, and he crossed the room to seat himself beside the girl with a small blond head, who had accompanied him the previous day with a banjo. But his glance moved again and again to his wife. For the first time it nettled him to see another man interested in her. And Stratton was interested; Stratton, who was undeniably hard to please. It is the way of some men to appraise their wives according to the value placed on them by other men, and Kingsley began to make an inventory of her points; that was a nice flush in her cheeks, and he had nearly forgotten about that lighting of her dark eyes. And, too, that was a pretty way she wore her hair. Then he remembered how splendid it was unbound, for it rippled to her knees, and was soft as a black velvet cloak. And when she sang, presently, to the accompaniment of Forrest’s violin, the Captain told himself she had never been in better voice. He resolved to be at the mills oftener; on the whole, if he had not just been forced into that miserable limit of two hundred dollars, he would like to set up an establishment over in town. When she went from the room to consult Sing about that little supper, Philip followed her. She believed he had come to look in at little Silas, and she quietly threw open the inner door. The light streamed into the dark interior, showing the small white bed, the charming face of the sleeping child. There was a rosy glow on the round cheek, and one stout, dimpled arm, bared to the elbow, encircled his curly head. Kingsley stood watching him a silent moment, then he put his arm around his wife and said softly, "He’s all right; yes, he’s fine. But he’s been growing since I saw him; I hadn’t thought it was so long. I must get home oftener. Do you know you were in great voice to-night; I never heard you sing so well." "Yes?" she answered, smiling, "I am glad you think so. I sang for you." "And this color in your cheeks; is it for me, too?" "You know that I am glad to have you home." He bent and kissed her. Her head rested an instant on his breast; he brushed his cheek against her hair. "You miss me, then, when I’m away?"