I don't hold with any of them." But Jane was too proud to reply.
On their last night together in the Barn Street house they sat alone in the little back-parlour as they had done for the last six years--all their impressionable childish days.

It was the only home that Paul had known, and he felt the tragedy of its dissolution.

They sat on the old horsehair sofa, behind the table, very tearful, very close together in spirit, holding each other's hands.

They talked as the young talk--and the old, for the matter of that.

She trembled at his wants unministered to in his new lodgings.