There was a small movement at Ben's jaw. He looked at Elijah hard. Behind him, Bram and William were sitting by the fire, looking up attentively. Alice was looking at a school book and didn't look up. Rose, with half-knit sock in hand, looked at the two men and pressed her lips tightly together. Ben calmly took a draw of his pipe and blew out the smoke. Only a light shaking of the hand might betray that he was not as calm as he pretended to be. "Did what?"