Yet he knew the girl was fond of him; if he wanted her, he had but to ask, and it was not on this account he hesitated.

He thought of a creeper-covered house in England; a house that had an air of quiet dignity.

He remembered the old silver, the flowers in the shady rooms, and the pictures.

The girl who moved about the rooms harmonized with her surroundings; her voice was low and clear, she had a touch of stateliness.

Well, he was ruined, and she was far away, but Sadie was close by, waiting for him.