The little something that rose in her throat would not be dislodged, nor could she throw off the weight that seemed pressing down upon her.

He saw the odd look in her eyes and the drawn, uncertain smile on her lips, but he attributed them to wonder and incredulity.
Somehow, after all these years, he was transformed before her very eyes; she was looking upon a new personality.

He was no longer Montgomery, the brother, but she could not explain how and when the change crept over her.

What did it all mean?
"I am very glad if it will make you happy, Monty," she said slowly, the gray in her lips giving way to red once more.

"Does she know ?" "I haven't told her in so many words, Peggy, but--but I'm going to this evening," he announced, lamely.
"This evening ?" "I can't wait," Monty said as he rose to go.