He walked as far as the Baptist Chapel, and straight back again; and before he got home he made a solemn resolution to rouse himself from the idle lethargic state into which he felt himself slipping deeper and deeper.  Thinking about business and other matters, he decided now that the odd weariness which he had been experiencing must be struggled with, and not submitted to.  There was no sense in calmly accepting such a mental and bodily condition.  It might be different if there was anything organically wrong with him; but he was really as strong and fit as ever—­only a bit tired; but he thought with scorn of the folly of allowing dark days and foul weather to influence one’s spirits or one’s capacity for effort.  That sort of rubbish is well enough for rich old maids who go about the world with a maid, a hot-water bottle, and a poll parrot; but it is degrading and undignified in a successful business man who has a wife and two children to work for, whether the sun shines or the sky is overcast.

At supper he told Mavis that he was going to make a long round of it next day, starting early, and riding far to pay several calls that were overdue.  He added that he would not require Norah’s assistance in the office, either to-morrow or for some time to come.

“I fear me,” he said, “that I’ve been selfish, and abused the privilege of taking her away to act as secretary, and thereby thrown more on you.”

“Not a bit,” said Mavis.  “Take her just as long as she makes herself useful.”

“She has done fine,” said Dale, “and lifted a lot off my shoulders.  But now I feel I’m all clear, and I restore her to her proper place and duties.”

Mavis, if aware of the fact, would have thought it curious that Dale had spoken to Norah of falling in love, because she herself was at this time worried by thoughts of such possibilities with regard to the girl.  She noticed various changes in Norah’s manner and deportment.  Norah, although Dale said she worked well enough for him in the office, showed a perceptible slackness at her household tasks.  She seemed to have lost interest, especially in all kitchen work; she was often careless in dusting and cleaning the parlor, and had done one or two very clumsy things—­such as breaking tea-cups when washing up—­as if her wits had gone wool-gathering instead of being concentrated on the job in hand.  Her temper, too, was not so even and agreeable as it ought to have been.  She was distinctly irritable once or twice to the children, when they were trying to play with her as of old, and not, as she declared, wilfully teasing her.  And once or twice when she was reproved, there had come some nasty little flashes of rebellion.

Mavis, seeking any reason for this slight deterioration of conduct and steadiness, wondered if Norah by chance had a little secret love affair up her sleeve.  That would account for everything.  But if so, who could it be who was upsetting her?  Girls, even at what matrons call the silly age, can not give scope to their silliness without opportunities; and there were no visitors to the house, and certainly none of the men in the yard, who could conceivably be carrying on with her.