All haughtiness had left him now.
[Illustration] In a little while he came back.

He found me reading.

He lighted his pipe and pretended to read too.

I shall never forget that my book was "Anne Judge, Spinster," while his was a volume of "Blackwood." Every five minutes his pipe went out, and sometimes the book lay neglected on his knee as he stared at the fire.

Then he would go out for five minutes and come back again.