Where were my five wits?
Siward!--Stephen Siward! ...

He is very young, too ...

much too young to be so horrid.

...
Yet--it wasn't so dreadful, after all; only the publicity! Dear me! I knew we were going too fast." "Miss Landis," he said.
"Mr.Siward ?"--very gently.

It was her way to be gentle when generous.
"I think," he said, "that you are beginning to remember where you may have heard my name." "Yes--a little--" She looked at him with the direct gaze of a child, but the lovely eyes were troubled.