What invisible, subtle power prevented the young man from falling on
his knees and confessing his love for the pure Marguerite?
What invisible presence laid a pressure upon Phillip Lawson's lips
and sealed them fast?
What invisible force turned the conversation into another and
entirely different source, yet did not weaken the bond already
established.
Mr. Verne communicated many proofs of his entire confidence and the
thought gave to his young friend more courage.
"It is indeed a trying season sir, but I trust you will keep abreast
of the times. Many of our establishments are said to be in a shaky
condition."
"If they give me time I am all right, if not I am gone."
Phillip Lawson was a poor man. What right had he to offer
consolation? He said nothing, but inwardly prayed that the storm
might pass over and all would be brighter than the May morn.
"I challenge you to a game of dominoes, gentlemen," cried Mrs.
Montgomery who now felt that her presence was necessary.
"We are only too happy Mrs. Montgomery," said Phillip rising from
his seat and placing a chair for her.
Mr. Verne also being seated the time honored game of muggins was
soon in active operation and, as is often the cape, the lady being
the best player was sadly worsted but submitted with a grace that
was amusing.
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