Supper appeared to be a rather sumptuous one this evening, in honor of the expected guest, who had not come.

Columbine helped the old man to his favorite dishes, stealing furtive glances at his lined and shadowed face.

She sensed a subtle change in him since the afternoon, but could not see any sign of it in his look or demeanor.

His appetite was as hearty as ever.
"So you met Wils.

Is he still makin' up to you ?" asked Belllounds, presently.
"No, he isn't.