Rosamund's eyes were for a moment cast down.

But for a moment only; then she fixed them upon him in a steady, untroubled gaze.
"You were saying to Mr.Franks-- ?" The quiet sincerity of her voice drew Warburton's look.

She was sitting straight in the cane chair, her hands upon her lap, with an air of pleasant interest.
"I was saying--oh, I forget--it's gone." "Do you often see him ?" Rosamund inquired in the same calmly interested tone.
"Now and then.

He's a busy man, with a great many friends--like most men who succeed." "But you don't mean, I hope, that he cares less for his friends of the old time, before he succeeded ?" "Not at all," exclaimed Will, rolling upon his chair, and gazing at the distance.

"He's the same as ever.