"To-morrow Henry and I are off, and I suppose the others.

I must say on the whole I am delighted with our visit." "You are very gracious," Dominey murmured.
"I came, perhaps, expecting to see a little more of you," she went on deliberately, "but there is a very great compensation for my disappointment.

I think your wife, Everard, is worth taking trouble about.

She is perfectly sweet, and her manners are most attractive." "I am very glad you think that," he said warmly.
She looked away from him.
"Everard," she sighed, "I believe you are in love with your wife." There was a strange, almost a terrible mixture of expressions in his face as he answered,--a certain fear, a certain fondness, a certain almost desperate resignation.

Even his voice, as a rule so slow and measured, shook with an emotion which amazed his companion.
"I believe I am," he muttered.