What was the charm in the little half-foreign cousin that had seized on him in an instant, and that seemed to fasten its subtle hold more and more irresistibly with every minute of his life?
He was content to feel the charm without caring to fathom it.

The lovely morning light took him in imagination to her bedside; he saw here sleeping peacefully in her new room.

Would the time come when she might dream of him?
He looked at his watch.

It was seven o'clock.

The breakfast-hour at Fairfield Gardens had been fixed for eight, to give him time to catch the morning train.