Somethoughtofanotherribbonwhichhadoncetiedupherhair，andafterwardsbeencutintwain，musthavecrossedSylvia\'smind，forsheanswered，asifsheshrankfromherfather\'swords，——
\'Icannotgo，I\'mnoanewantin\'aribbon;I\'mmuchobliged，father，a\'t\'same。\'
Hermotherreadherheartclearly，andsufferedwithher，butneverspokeawordofsympathy。ButshewentonrathermorequicklythanshewouldotherwisehavedonetoquestionherhusbandastoallheknewaboutthisgreatriseofPhilip\'s。Once6rtwiceSylviajoinedinwithlanguidcuriosity;butpresentlyshebecametiredandwenttobed。Forafewmomentsaftersheleft，herparentssatesilent。ThenDaniel，inatoneasifhewerejustifyinghisdaughter，andcomfortinghimselfaswellashiswife，observedthatitwasalmostonfornine;theeveningswerelightsolongnow。Bellsaidnothinginreply，butgatheredupherwool，andbegantoarrangethethingsfornight。
By—and—byDanielbrokethesilencebysaying，——
\'AthowtatonetimeasPhiliphadafancyforourSylvie。\'