The proud way in which she spoke of
_my father_ threw another thought uppermost in his mind.
"Miss Weyland," he said abruptly, "I made a--confidence to you, of a
personal nature, the first time I ever talked with you. I did not, it is
true, ask you to regard it as a confidence, but--"
"I know," interrupted Sharlee, hurriedly. "But of course I _have_
regarded it in that way, and have never spoken of it to anybody."
"Thank you. That was what I wished to say."
If Sharlee had wanted to measure now the difference that she saw in Mr.
Queed, she could have done it by the shyness that they both felt in
approaching a topic they had once handled with the easiest simplicity.
She was glad of his sensitiveness; it became him better than his early
callousness. Sharlee wore a suit of black-and-gray pin-checks, and it
was very excellently tailored; for if she purchased but two suits a
year, she invariably paid money to have them made by one who knew how.
Her hat was of the kind that other girls study with cool diligence,
while feigning engrossment in the conversation; and, repairing to their
milliners, give orders for accurate copies of it.
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