"He's of no consequence." The familiar easy step in the house of his beloved, the house he was being entreated to leave with all speed, struck upon his heart and his nerves.

She, with her dull surface to the more delicate vibrations of things, failed to perceive this, or perhaps she would have thought it worth while to find some word to bring back his peace.

She disliked seeing people unhappy.

When she was five years old and her kitten broke its leg, she had given it to a servant to drown.
He took his hat, making no further attempt to caress her, and opened the door.

"I hope you WILL win, Lorne," she said, half-resentfully, and he, with forced cheerfulness, replied, "Oh, we'll have a shot at it." Then with a little silent nod at her which, notwithstanding her provocations, conveyed his love and trust, he went out into the struggle of the day.
In spite of Squire Ormiston's confident prediction, it was known that the fight would be hottest, among the townships, in Moneida Reservation.
Elgin itself, of course, would lead the van for excitement, would be the real theatre for the arts of practical politics; but things would be pretty warm in Moneida, too.