Her mourning hat cast a shadow upon her face, but he had been conscious of the friendliness of her smile.

Her dark eyes had inspected him swiftly; he was vaguely aware of a feeling that he wanted to impress her favorably.
"The maid said Mrs.Owen and Marian are still out.

I hope Mrs.Bassett is better.

I wonder if I can do anything for her." "No, thank you; she's quite comfortable and will be down for dinner." "I'm glad to hear that; suppose we find seats here." She walked before him into the parlor and threw back the curtains the better to admit the air.

He watched her attentively, noting the ease and grace of her movements, and took the chair she indicated.
"It's very nice to see Mrs.Bassett and Marian again; they were so good to me that summer at Waupegan; I have carried the pleasantest memories of that visit ever since.