The second wedding day of Zara Shulski dawned with a glorious sun.

One of those autumn mornings that seem like a return to the spring--so fresh and pure the air.

She had not seen her bridegroom since she got back from Bournemouth, nor any of the family; she had said to her uncle that she could not bear it.
"I am at the end of my forces, Uncle Francis.

You are so clever--you can invent some good excuse.

If I must see Lord Tancred I cannot answer for what I may do." And the financier had realized that this was the truth.