I don't suppose I'll be much in the house anyhow, except for meals.

But what a shame it all is! Her life must be a hard one." "It is.

But she doesn't like to be pitied." Leslie had gone back into the house and now met them at the front door.
She greeted Owen Ford with cold civility, and told him in a business-like tone that his room and his supper were ready for him.
Dick, with a pleased grin, shambled upstairs with the valise, and Owen Ford was installed as an inmate of the old house among the willows..