He listened to their conversation when he could, and it jarred upon him twice when the lady of his choice altogether missed the point of Cheiron's subtle remarks.

She whom he had always considered so understanding! Of Halcyone there was no sign and no mention, and for some reason which he could not explain John Derringham felt glad.
It seemed an eternity before Mrs.Cricklander got up to go, having been unable to persuade Mr.Carlyon to return with them to luncheon.

He had a slight cold, he said, and meant to remain in his warm library.
"Mr.Derringham says you are called Cheiron," Mrs.Cricklander announced laughingly.

"How ridiculous to find in you any likeness to that old ferryman of the piercing eye.

I see no resemblance but in the beard." "So John relegates me to the post of ferryman to the dead already, does he!" Mr.Carlyon responded.