The face haunted him--haunted him for hours, even when in the cheerful presence of Mrs.Dillingham, with whom he spent a long and delightful hour.

She was rosy, and sweet, and sympathetic in her morning wrapper--more charming, indeed, than he had ever seen her in evening dress.

She inquired for Mrs.Belcher and the children, and heard with great good humor his account of his first collision with his New York servants.

When he went out from her inspiring and gracious presence he found his self-complacency restored.

He had simply been hungry for her; so his breakfast was complete.