Glancing over his shoulder he saw that Mrs.Sorrel had moved away.

Then the cloud passed from his brow, and the thought that for a moment had darkened his mind, yielded to a kinder impulse.
"You flatter me, my dear," he said quietly.

"But I am such an old friend of yours that I can take your compliment in the right spirit without having my head turned by it.

Indeed, I can hardly believe that it is eleven years ago since I saw you playing about on the seashore as a child.

You seem to have grown up like a magic rose, all at once from a tiny bud into a full blossom.