Mr.
Cloudwater had started with Madame Imogen in the motor on a commission to their little town directly they had all left the dining-room.

Thus Henry was alone.
He greeted the Pere Anselme gladly.

The old priest's cultivated mind was to him always a source of delight.
So he turned back and walked with him into the garden and along by the sea wall, instead of across the causeway and to the house.

This was the doing of the Pere Anselme, for he felt now might be his time.
Henry had been growing more and more troubled while he had been out by himself.

He could not disguise the fact that there was some great change in Sabine, and now his anxious mood craved sympathy and counsel from this her great friend.
"Madame Howard does not look quite well, Father," he remarked, after they had pulled some modern philosophies to pieces, and there had been a pause.