This sad story touched the woman's heart, and the boy's manly spirit won respect.

She had lost a son years ago, and her empty heart yearned over the motherless lad.

Ashamed to confess the tender feeling, she wore her usual severe manner to him in public, but in private softened wonderfully and enjoyed the boy's regard heartily.
"Paul, come in.

I want to speak with you a moment," said my lady, from the long window of the library to the boy who was training vines outside.
Dropping his tools and pulling off his hat, Paul obeyed, looking a little anxious, for the month of trial expired that day.

Lady Trevlyn saw and answered the look with a gracious smile.
"Have no fears.