He had not known till to-night how much he had counted on seeing George, or at least on hearing all about him.

Instead, here was Jack, so very self-possessed--or was it superior ?--in his smart evening jacket.

He could hardly believe that Jack was George's brother.
For a moment he forgot Betty.

Then he saw her come hurrying in.

Her colour had gone down, and she looked very charming, and yet--yes, a stranger too.
The table was laid very much as it had been in the old days on a Sunday, when they always had supper instead of dinner at Old Place.