But Roger seldom looked at it now, and even when it caught his eye it had little effect upon him.

It appeared to brood less darkly.

For though he did not think it out, there was this feeling in his mind: "There is to be nothing startling in this quiet home of mine, no crashing deep calamity here." Only the steadily deepening love between a grown man and a woman mature, both sensible, strong people with a firm control of their destinies.

He felt so sure of this affair.

For now, her tension once relaxed with the success which had come to her after so many long hard years, a new Deborah was revealed, more human in her yieldings.