It was leaving you to your own devices that weighed most with her against it; she'd set her heart on seeing you married with her approval.

So I said to her, to make an end of it, 'Well, Mrs Kilbannon,' I said, 'suppose we say no more about it for the present.

I think I see the finger of Providence in this matter; but you'll talk it over with Miss Cameron, and we'll all just make it, for the next few days, the subject of quiet and sober reflection.

Maybe at the end of that time I'll think better of it myself, though that is not my expectation.' "'I think,' she said, 'we'll just leave it to Christie.'" As the Doctor went on with his tale, relaxation had stolen dumbly about Finlay's brow and lips.

He dropped from the plane of his own absorption to the humorous common sense of the recital: it claimed and held him with infinite solace.