The clear warm pallor of her cheek glowed faintly in the frosty air.
Gifford sighed as he walked on.

"They are very happy," he thought.

"Well, that sort of happiness may never be for me, but it is something to love a good woman.

I have got that in my life, anyhow." Helen's confidence in her cousin's instinct might perhaps have been shaken had she known what pleasure Lois found in the companionship of Mr.
Forsythe, and how that pleasure was encouraged by all her friends.

That very evening, while Gifford was pouring his anxieties into her ear, Lois was listening to Dick's pictures of the gayeties of social life; the "jolly times," as he expressed it, which she had never known.
Dr.Howe was reading, with an indignant exclamation occasionally, a scathing review of an action of his political candidate, and his big newspaper hid the two young people by the fire, so that he quite forgot them.