"We may go West to-morrow, though we haven't decided yet.
I've no doubt we shall see you again to-night or at breakfast." After a few pleasant words the Challoners passed on, and Mrs.Keith looked after them thoughtfully.
"Bertram has changed in the last few years," she said.

"I heard that he had malaria in India, and that perhaps accounts for it, but he shows signs of his mother's delicacy.

She was not strong, and I always thought he had her highly strung nervous temperament, though he must have learned to control it in the army." "He couldn't have got in unless the doctors were satisfied with him," Mrs.Ashborne pointed out.
"That's true; but both mental and physical traits have a way of lying dormant while we're young, and developing later.

Bertram has shown himself a capable officer; but, to my mind, he looked more like a soldier when he was at Sandhurst than he does now." Mrs.Ashborne glanced toward Millicent, who was distributing a basket of peaches among a group of untidy immigrant children.

One toddling baby clung to her skirt.
"What a charming picture! Miss Graham fits the part well.