He wished that it was three, for he was tired of his own thoughts and company, and naturally anxious to renew his acquaintance with the strange girl who had begun by impressing him so deeply and ended by saving his life.

There was complete quiet in the house; Betty, the maid-of-all-work, was employed in the kitchen, both the doctors had gone, and Elizabeth and her father were out.

To-day there was no wind, it had blown itself away during the night, and the sight of the sunbeams streaming through the windows made Geoffrey long to be in the open air.

He had no book at hand to read, and whenever he tried to think his mind flew back to that hateful matrimonial quarrel.
It was hard on him, Geoffrey thought, that he should be called upon to endure such scenes.

He could no longer disguise the truth from himself--he had buried his happiness on his wedding-day.