Beverley saw the case at a glance.
The torrid summer slipped by, and in November it was winter again, and the earth was snowbound once more.

In all those months Mrs.Lawrence remained, feeble and nerveless, in the two little rooms she was still permitted to occupy.

By that time she was a shadow.

Mrs.McGillicuddy was more kind than ever to her, and Sergeant McGillicuddy grew more sombre every day, thinking that his words had brought Lawrence to ruin and his unfortunate wife close to the boundaries of the far country.

The chaplain took the Sergeant in hand, and so did the Colonel, but the Sergeant, who had a tender heart under his well-fitting uniform, was not a happy man.