Unconsciously, as he gazed at it, David compared it with the magnificence he had just seen.

His voice choked as he answered.
"He isn't well, Lady of the Roses, and he's unhappy.

He's awfully unhappy." Miss Holbrook's slender figure came up with a jerk.
"What do you mean, boy?
How do you know he's unhappy?
Has he said so ?" "No; but Mrs.Holly told me about him.

He's sick; and he'd just found his work to do out in the world when he had to stop and come home.
But--oh, quick, there he is! See ?" Instead of coming nearer Miss Holbrook fell back to the center of the room; but her eyes were still turned toward the little house.
"Yes, I see," she murmured.

The next instant she had snatched a handkerchief from David's outstretched hand.