There is no more impressive and revealing moment with man or woman than when you stand in a room empty of their actual presence, but having, in every inch of it, the pervasive influences of the absent personality.

A strange, almost solemn quietness stole over Al'mah's senses.

She had been admitted to the inner court, not of the man's house, but of his life.

Her eyes travelled on with the gratified reflection that she had been admitted here.

Above the books were rows of sketches--rows of sketches! Suddenly, as her eyes rested on them, she turned pale and got to her feet.