The night which was now ending waved back for review.

Ellen, beautiful in an empire gown, golden yellow, brocaded satin.

"Why did you try to dodge this ?" she had asked in a whisper.
"You are the most self-possessed man in the house.

Can't you see how proud we all are of you?
I have never seen mother so happy." The perfume of praise was in the air.

"Oh, I think your brother is just charming," a young woman had said to Ellen, and Henry had caught the words.
"He is like my mother's people." Mrs.Witherspoon was talking to a woman whose hair had been grayed and who appeared to enjoy the distinction of being an invalid.