Romayne shrank, with a strange shyness, from letting her see how her sympathy affected him.

He answered lightly.
"You go almost as far as my good friend there reading the newspaper," he said.

"Lord Loring doesn't scruple to tell me that I ought to marry.

I know he speaks with a sincere interest in my welfare.

He little thinks how he distresses me." "Why should he distress you ?" "He reminds me--live as long as I may--that I must live alone.