Supporting an antique character, he seemed for the moment to have put on also something of antique strength of mind, and to be no longer the timid invalid.

"Then, come with me," I answered.
We walked in silence for a few minutes, and then, seeing where Mrs.
Falchion was, we advanced to her.

The next dance on her programme was mine.

In my previous dance with her we had talked as we now did at table--as we did the first hour I met her--impersonally, sometimes (I am bold to say) amusingly.

Now I approached her with apologies for being late.