Mr.Bonner long since had gone to the tomb; and his widow at fifty was quite the queen of all she surveyed, which was not inconsiderable.

The Bonners were rich in worldly possessions, rich in social position, rich in traditions.

The daughter, just out in society, was a pretty girl, several years younger than Wicker.

She was the idol of his heart.

This slip of a girl had been to him the brightest, wittiest and prettiest girl in all the world.