He had been sorely puzzled why she had not at the last moment come to the ball.

She had promised that she would be with them, and yet she had made the rather lame excuse of a headache.
Truth to tell, Walter Murie had during the past week been greatly puzzled at her demeanour of indifference.

Seven days ago he had arrived in London from New York, but found no letter from her awaiting him at the club, as he had expected.

The last he had received in Detroit a month before, and it was strangely cold, and quite unusual.

Two days ago he had arrived home, and in secret she had met him down at the end of the glen at Glencardine.