He never timed it so that there should be tragic passings of each other, with set faces, at the railway stations; or a formal word of greeting as she arrived and he departed,--just enough to awaken all the slumbering pain and set people wondering.

Jane remembered with shame that this was the sort of picturesque tragedy she would have expected from Garth Dalmain.

But the man who had surprised her by his dignified acquiescence in her decision, continued to surprise her by the strength with which he silently accepted it as final and kept out of her way.

Jane had not probed the depth of the wound she had inflicted.
Never once was his departure connected, in the minds of others, with her arrival.

There was always some excellent and perfectly natural reason why he had been obliged to leave, and he was openly talked of and regretted, and Jane heard all the latest "Dal stories," and found herself surrounded by the atmosphere of his exotic, beauty-loving nature.