"You never wrote, and"-- he hesitated--"I heard only once from Dick." Dick was her dead husband's name, and she sat silent a few moments musing, and glancing unobtrusively at George.

He had not changed much since she last saw him, on her wedding-day, though he looked a little older, and rather more serious.

There were faint signs of weariness which she did not remember in his sunburned face.

On the whole, however, it was a reposeful face, with something in it that suggested a steadfast disposition.

His gray eyes met one calmly and directly; his brown hair was short and stiff; the set of his lips and the contour of his jaw were firm.