"Perhaps some day, some summer day at Westover, it will all be different," she breathed, and turned away.
Haward caught her hand, and bending pressed his lips upon it.

"It is different now!" he cried.

"Next week I shall come to Westover!" He led her back to the great chair, and presently she asked some question as to the house at Fair View.

He plunged into an account of the cases of goods which had followed him from England by the Falcon, and which now lay in the rooms that were yet to be swept and garnished; then spoke lightly and whimsically of the solitary state in which he must live, and of the entertainments which, to be in the Virginia fashion, he must give.

While he talked she sat and watched him, with the faint smile upon her lips.