I do not know that he pictured to himself any necessity--either on her part or on his, of abandoning anything else that came to her from her late husband.
At half-past six, the time named by Theodore Burton, he found himself at the door in Onslow Crescent, and was at once shown up into the drawing-room.

He knew that Mr.Burton had a family, and he had pictured to himself an untidy, ugly house, with an untidy, motherly woman going about with a baby in her arms.

Such would naturally be the home of a man who dusted his shoes with his pocket-handkerchief.

But to his surprise he found himself in as pretty a drawing-room as he remembered to have seen; and seated on a sofa, was almost as pretty a woman as he remembered.

She was tall and slight, with large brown eyes and well-defined eyebrows, with an oval face, and the sweetest, kindest mouth that ever graced a woman.