Yet as She had gone to rest, cruel fate made this of little account.

His gloomy face saddened us too, and we tried to entice him to shame by promising not to mention it to the ladies.

He almost yielded, and showed us that while we smoked he had been holding his empty brier in his right hand.
For a moment he hesitated, then said fiercely that he did not care for smoking.

Next night he was shown a novel, the hero of which had been "refused." Though the lady's hard-heartedness had a terrible effect on this fine fellow, he "strode away blowing great clouds into the air." "Standing there smoking in the moonlight," the authoress says in her next chapter, "De Courcy was a strangely romantic figure.

He looked like a man who had done everything, who had been through the furnace and had not come out of it unscathed." This was precisely what Gilray wanted to look like.