Millicent could remember him very well, for she had often thought of Lieutenant Blake with gratitude.

Just as the tipsy gallant stretched out his hand to seize her, the electric light went out; there was a brief scuffle in the darkness, the door banged, and when the light flashed up again only Blake and her father were in the room.

Afterward her father told her, with a look of shame on his handsome, dissipated face, that he had been afraid of something of the kind happening, and she must leave him.
Millicent refused, for, worn as he was by many excesses, his health was breaking down; and when he fell ill she nursed him until he died.

She had not seen Lieutenant Blake since.
Mrs.Keith's voice broke in upon her recollections.

"It's possible we may see Bertram and the new Mrs.Challoner.