It's my fault that we don't meet oftener.

I was always a good deal of a solitary, you know, and my temper hasn't been improved by ill-luck." "Ill-luck ?" Again there was sympathy in Rosamund's knitted brow; her voice touched a note of melodious surprise and pain.
"That's neither here nor there.

We were talking of Franks.

If anything, he's improved, I should say.

I can't imagine any one bearing success better--just the same bright, good-natured, sincere fellow.