CHAPTER XIV

CARRYING ON After that first terrible evening, during which no one had looked upon their agony, David Linton and his child took up their life again and tried to splice the broken ends as best they might. Their guests, who came down to breakfast nervously, preparing to go away at once, found them in the dining-room, haggard and worn, but pleasantly courteous; they talked of the morning’s news, of the frost that seemed commencing, of the bulbs that were sending delicate spear-heads up through the grass or the bare fl…