But she gave him no clue to her feelings, and when the time came for him to take his leave her manner was more affectionate than usual.
She was still on the balcony as he passed out, and a cheery "Good-night, my son," floated down to him.

But as she stood listening to his departing footsteps she said to herself, "He is changed somehow, he is not quite himself, and Anna has noticed it.

I wonder"-- and here she sighed rather heavily--"I wonder what sort of woman this Miss Elizabeth Templeton can be.".