He made his home with his brother, the master of Fontenoy; and his niece Jacqueline, the daughter of a younger, long dead brother, was to him youth, colour, music, and romance.
"The moss-rose is in bloom," he announced, standing in the parlour door.
"Come see it, Jacqueline." They went out into the garden and stood before the moss-rose bush.

"Oh, beautiful!" exclaimed Jacqueline, and touched the rose with her lips.

It was sunny in the garden, and the box smelled strong and sweet.

The Major plucked a sprig and studied it as though box were a rarity.

"I have found," he said, "Ludwell Cary's visit highly agreeable.