Markland; and the conference on Fanny's state of mind closed without
any satisfactory result.
The appearance of his daughter on the next morning caused Mr.
Markland to feel a deeper concern. The colour had faded from her
cheeks; her eyes were heavy, as if she had been weeping; and if she
did not steadily avoid his gaze, she was, he could see, uneasy under
it.
As soon as Mr. Markland had finished his light breakfast he ordered
the carriage.
"You are not going to the city?" his wife said, with surprise and
disappointment in her voice.
"Yes, Agnes, I must be in town to-day. I expect letters on business
that will require immediate attention."
"Business, Edward! What business?"
The question appeared slightly to annoy Mr. Markland. But with a
forced smile, and in his usual pleasant voice, he answered:
"Oh, nothing of very great importance, but still requiring my
presence. Business is business, you know, and ought never to be
neglected."
"Will you be home early?"
"Yes."
Mr. Markland walked out into the ample porch, and let his eyes range
slowly over the objects that surrounded his dwelling.
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