Bred as they were and trained as they were in the democratic atmosphere of Canada, they were immediately conscious of the shifting of values.
Annette was the first to break silence.

"I wish I could thank you," she said, "but I cannot.

I cannot." The girl's face had changed.

The eager light had faded from her dark eyes, her hands dropped quietly to her side.

"But I am sure you know," she added after a pause, "how very, very grateful I am, how grateful we all are, Mr.Maitland." "Annette," said Jack severely, "drop that 'Mr.' stuff.