His niece and nephew dined with him, but when he attempted conversation they answered in monosyllables or not at all.

Every evening he wrote a letter to Abbie, and the mail each morning brought him one from her.

The Dunns came frequently and seemed disposed to be friendly, but he kept out of their way as much as possible.
Pearson he had not seen since the latter's call.

This was a disappointment, for he fancied the young fellow and believed he should like him even better on closer acquaintance.

He would have returned the visit, but somehow or other the card with the boarding-house street and number had been lost or mislaid, and the long list of "James Pearsons" in the directory discouraged him.