CHAPTER XXX.

UNDER THE WINDOW. On the surface all was calm and almost smiling on the Billet Farm. As before, Billet, on his strong horse, trotted all over the land keeping his hands up to the mark. But a sharp observer would have noticed that on whatever part he was he tried to get a look at his daughter’s room window. Though his face had a little softened toward her, Catherine felt that paternal distrust hovered over her. Mother Billet was vegetating as formerly; she did not know that her husband harbored suspicion in his boso…