I could not help turning and speaking to my stately elderly partner.
"Do you know who that is--the man at the other side of the table ?" I asked.
Old Lord Armour looked across and answered with an amiable smile.

"It is the author the world is talking of most in these days, and the talking is no new thing.

It's Mr.Hector MacNairn." No one but myself could tell how glad I was.

It seemed so right that he should be the man who had understood the deeps of a poor, passing stranger woman's woe.

I had so loved that quiet baring of his head! All at once I knew I should not be afraid of him.