And what did his friend Michael think of his choice?
Was she not the sweetest woman in the world?
Michael said he had seen better-looking ones, but admitted she had charm.

He was really suffering, the situation was so impossible and he had not yet made up his mind what he ought to do--tell Henry straight out that Sabine was his wife or what?
If he did that he might be going contrary to some plan of hers--for she evidently had no intention yet of informing Lord Fordyce, or of giving the least indication that she recognized him--Michael.

It was the most grotesque puzzle and contained an element of the tragic, too--for one of them.
Henry's happiness and contentment touched him--his dear old friend!--he felt extraordinarily upset.

But when Lord Fordyce had gone he rapidly reviewed matters and made up his mind.

At all events, for the present, he would be guided by what Sabine's attitude should be herself.