My heart would break if she should go.

But it would be replaced by something almost like another soul.

For it must be wonderful to be over-watched by an angel." He rose and went to the window, and with a queer thickening in his throat Philip stared at his broad back.

He thought he saw a moment's quiver of his shoulders.

Then Adare's voice changed.
"Winter brings close to our doors the one unpleasant feature of this country," he said, turning to light a second cigar.