Unsmilingly, Horace asked her to be seated. His face was so stern that she dared not at once speak of the fears Brimbecomb had raised in her mind; but at last she said: "Horace, I've been thinking since our last talk about the children--" His sharp turn in the desk-chair interrupted her words; but she paused only a moment before going on resolutely. "Don't you think that I might put Floyd in a good private hospital where he would be taken care of, and Fledra--"
His face turned ashen. Her fears were strengthened, and, although her conscience stung her, she continued, "Fledra's getting along so well that I would be willing to put her in a boarding school."
"Are you tired of them, Ann?"
"Oh, no--no, far from that! I love them both; but I thought it might be pleasanter for you, if we had our home to ourselves again."
Horace looked at his sister intently.
"Are you keeping something back from me, Ann?" he demanded.
"Scarcely keeping anything from you, Dear; but I want you to be happy and not to--" Horace rose in agitation, and quick tears blurred Ann's sight.
"Is there anything I can do for you, Dearest?" she concluded.
"No!"
Reluctantly she left him, troubled and perplexed.