Evidently he had intended it to go out; small economies of this kind, unintelligible to people who have always lived at ease, had been the life-long rule with him.

With a sensation of gladness at having free time before her, Marian turned to where Milvain was standing, in front of one of the bookcases.

He wore no symbol of mourning, but his countenance was far graver than usual, and rather paler.

They shook hands in silence.
'I am so grieved--' Marian began with broken voice.
'Thank you.

I know the girls have told you all about it.