George had entered on his thirtieth year.

Though he was strongly made, his appearance was in no way striking, and it was seldom that his conversation was characterized by brilliancy.

But his friends trusted him.
"It's difficult to speak of," Sylvia began.

"When, soon after our wedding, Dick lost most of his money, and said that we must go to Canada, I felt almost crushed; but I thought he was right." She paused and glanced at George.

"He told me what you wished to do, and I'm glad that, generous as you are, he wouldn't hear of it." George looked embarrassed.
"I felt his refusal a little," he said.