Unpleasant doubts flitted through his mind.
"When will your husband come up ?" he inquired.
"At Christmas," she answered, without hesitation.
"Why didn't you write, love ?" asked Mr.Delancy.

"You have taken me by surprise, and set my nerves in a flutter." "I only thought about it last evening.

One of my sudden resolutions." And she laughed a low, fluttering laugh.

It might have been an error, but her father had a fancy that it did not come from her heart.
"I will run up stairs and put off my things," she said, moving away.
"Did you bring a trunk ?" "Oh yes; it is at the landing.

Will you send for it ?" And Irene went, with quick steps, from the apartment, and ran up to the chamber she still called her own.