CHAPTER IX
DEEPER STILL
HARRIET SPONLEY dressed for dinner that evening with more than usual care. She liked to dress well, partly for her own sake, and partly because her husband appreciated it. But to- night she seemed able to find little satisfaction in the result of her efforts.
“ Your gown is very beautiful,” the maid ven- tured timidly.
Harriet nodded indifferently ; then, as with a gesture of impatience, she turned away from the long mirror, her eyes fell upon the neat figure and the fresh face of her girlish attendant. She looked at her so long and so hard that the girl flushed and averted her eyes uneasily. Harriet smiled and patted her shoulder.
“ I’m very glad you like it,” she said kindly. “ Now run along, I shan’t want you any more.”
She liked her maid. She petted her, a
