But she never guessed it, and never should, unless, perhaps, time should bring her a harder discipline than his.
Then, if ever she came to want love, to want happiness, it would be his opportunity; at present, he could still wait.
This evening might well be one of enjoyment.

It was the last that those four were ever to spend together at the Cottage.

Nearly a fortnight had passed since Mr.Bellairs and his cousin had started for Sault Ste.
Marie, and they were expected back in a day or two.

The preparations for Bella's marriage were almost completed, and Lucia was looking forward with a pleasant flutter of excitement to her own appearance as bridesmaid.

Mrs.Costello's letter to Mr.Strafford remained unanswered, but from the circuitous route by which their communication now took place that was not wonderful; rather, indeed, the fact of having heard nothing from him seemed reassuring, and in the interval, no further incident had occurred to disturb her tranquillity.