'Mrs.Ormonde heard from him yesterday.

He came into possession of his library-building the other day.' 'I will write, then.' This was Monday; on Wednesday morning Egremont came.

The nine months or so which had passed since these three met had made an appreciable change in all of them.

When Egremont entered the room where father and daughter were expecting him, he was first of all shocked at the wasting and ageing of Mr.Newthorpe's face, then surprised at the difference he found in Annabel--this, too, of a kind that troubled him.

He thought her less beautiful than she had been.