Long live religion, purity and the flag! Down with Socialism!
Flint regarded this masterpiece with an approving eye. Then, chuckling
to himself, he arose and with slow steps advanced toward the dining-room
where already Catherine was awaiting him.
"Now," he murmured to himself, and smiled thinly, "now for a little
scene with Kate!"
CHAPTER XXIV.
CATHERINE'S SUPREME DECISION.
The meal was almost at an end--silently, like all their hours spent
together, now--before the old man sprang his _coup_. It was
characteristic of him to wait thus, to hold his fire till what he
conceived to be the opportune moment; never to act prematurely, under
any circumstances whatever.
"By the way, Kate," he remarked, casually, when coffee had been served
and he had motioned the butlers out of the room, "by the way, I've been
rather badly disappointed, today. Did you know that?"
"No, father," she answered. She never called him "daddy," now. "No, I'm
sorry to hear it. What's gone wrong?"
He looked at her a moment before replying, as though to gauge her mind
and the effect his announcement might have.
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