Thepivotalgirlcameinsight，tiltingandturninginararemomentofisolationatthecornerofthemusic-room，andhebowedabruptly，andhurriedofftojoinher。
MissTriscoedidnotlinger；sheallegedthenecessityoflookingupherfather，andwentawaywithasmilesofriendlythatMrs。MarchmighteasilyhaveconstruedittomeanthatnoblameattacheditselftoherinMissTriscoe’smind。
“Thenyoudon’tfeelthatitwasaverydistinctsuccess？”herhusbandaskedonhisreturn。
“Notonthesurface。”shesaid。
“Betterletillenoughalone。”headvised。