She drew a
long breath and went and kissed him, wishing him good-morning as
casually as she could.
"You are up early this morning, father," she said, trying to keep her
tone free from any anxiety.
He glanced at the clock calmly.
"No, you are later," he said.
His eyes met hers with their usual expression of absentminded serenity.
"I--I was a little tired and overslept myself," she said. "Are--are you
quite well this morning, father?"
"Yes, quite well. Why not?" he replied, with slight surprise.
She drew a breath of relief: it was quite evident that he knew nothing
of that weird walk, and that it had not affected him injuriously.
"Nothing," she said, forcing a smile.
As she spoke, Jason, in his in-door livery, which, in some strange way,
looked as if it had shrunken with the figure which had worn, it so
long, came to the door, and in his husky voice said that breakfast was
ready; and Ida, taking her father's arm, led him into the dining-room
in which all their meals were served.
As she went to her place she glanced through the window, from which she
could see the steps at the corner of the terrace and a small part of
the ruined chapel, and she shuddered.
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