Yet now, behold, after nineteen years, the look on her sweet face thrilled his middle-aged bosom as it had thrilled his young manhood.

John smiled or thought he smiled, as he came forward to be presented once more to Sir Timothy's wife; but he was, nevertheless, rather pleased to find that he had not outgrown the power of being thus romantically attracted.
"I hope I'm not late," said the soft voice.

"You see, no one expected Sir Timothy to come home so soon, and I was out.

Is that Cousin John?
We met once before, at my wedding.

You have not changed a bit; I remember you quite well," said Lady Mary.