As she moved into the circle of light, the man felt an absurd satisfaction, as if he were partly responsible for the dignified figure with its beautifully waved soft, fair hair, of which he was so proud.

She smiled on him, and sat down at his feet, leaning back against his chair and placing her left elbow on his knees.

He laid a caressing hand on her arm, and then looked steadily in front of him lest he should see more than she wished.
Hilda rustled the sheets.

"The first is all about me," she explained, "and I'll skip that.

Let me see--yes, here we are.