She was the very one to act the part of Philip Henley's wife, if she would consent.

Her refinement, the clear innocence of her face, would be convincing, and I began already to long for her company.

Yet she would have to be told every detail, convinced the apparent fraud was justifiable.

I rather dreaded the look in her eyes when she first heard the proposal, and her questioning me.

While I still hesitated, fearful of refusal, the sun shining upon her face awoke her suddenly.