George arose from his seat at once, and then came a look of pain across his face.
Marie saw it at once, and almost loved him the more because he suffered.

'I am so glad to see you, George,' she said.

'I am so glad that you have come.' She had offered him her hand, and of course he had taken it.

'Yes,' he said, 'I thought it best just to run over.

We shall be very busy at the hotel before long.' 'Does that mean to say that you are not to be here for my marriage ?' This she said with her sweetest smile, making all the effort in her power to give a gracious tone to her voice.