He recalled her apparent disinclination for correspondence, and now thought it due to indifference, rather than an indolent shrinking from effort.

The surprise she had given him seemed a little thing--an act due possibly to vanity--compared with the sisterly accounts she might have written of her improvement.

She had achieved the wonder without aid from him, and so of course had not felt the need of his help in any way.

In remembrance of the past he felt that he had not deserved to be so ignored.

Her profession of friendship was all well enough--there could scarcely be less than that--but the Madge he had looked forward to meeting again as of old no longer existed.