7/24 "And I believe she will be always." For a minute or two the little warbler sang in silence, then Piers, of a sudden, stood up, and strode hastily away. Her daughter was in London to-day, her husband absent somewhere else. But she had not been solitary, for Daniel Otway, failing to meet his brother, lingered a couple of hours in the drawing-room. As she sat dreaming under the soft light, her face relieved for the moment of its weariness and discontent, had a beauty more touching than that of youth. He did not know the writing, and found with surprise that it came from his brother Alexander, who had addressed it to him through their father's solicitor. |