Where, indeed, could another woman be found who would endure so much scientific discipline and yet be thankful?
Also, within a few weeks, after the expected demise of Jonah, she would be wondrous wealthy--that he knew.
Therefore it seemed that the matter was worth consideration--and a journey to Beaulieu.
So the Colonel went, and Morris, more and more possessed by his monomania, was glad that he had gone.

His absence gave him greater opportunities of loneliness; it was now no longer necessary that he should sit at night smoking with his father, or, rather, watching him smoke at the expense of so many precious hours when he should be up and doing.
Morris and Mary dined tete-a-tete that evening, but almost immediately after dinner she had gone to the nurseries.

The baby was now threatened with convulsions, and a trained nurse had been installed.

But, as Mary did not in the least trust the nurse, who, according to her account, was quite unaccustomed to children, she insisted upon dogging that functionary's footsteps.

Therefore, Morris saw little of her.
It was one o'clock on Christmas morning, or more.