He leaned against the mantel and studied the face in its varied expressions.

He nodded approvingly.

It was a lovely face; it was more than lovely,--it was tender and strong.

Presently he returned to his chair and sat down, the photograph still in his hand.

And in this position Warrington found him.
"Ah, you sly dog!" he hailed, setting down the glasses and pouring out a liberal bumper.