She would never come now, he said, and he built many fancies as to what her end had been, and where her grave could be.

Here at Clifton he had thought of her continually, but not that she was alive.
Andy's faith in her return was as strong as ever, but Richard's had all died out.

Ethie was dead, and when asked by Dr.Hayes if he had a wife, he answered sadly: "I had one, but I lost her." He had no thought of deception, or how soon the story would circulate through the house that he was a widower, and so he, as ex-governor of Iowa, and a man just in his prime, became an object of speculative interest to every marriageable woman there.

He had no thought, no care for the ladies, though for the Miss Bigelow, whom his boots annoyed, he did feel a passing interest, and Ethie, whose ears seemed doubly sharp, heard him in his closet adjusting the thin-soled slippers, which made no sound upon the carpet.

She heard him, too, as he moved his water pitcher, and knew he was doing it so quietly for her.