The ardour of Mr.
Jenkinson would not interfere with his waiting until Henrietta's weeds could be decorously laid aside and then the family would be joyfully established in his well-furnished and decent house.

During his probation he would visit Henrietta and bring presents to the children and unostentatiously protect them all and "do" for them.
"They won't really need me now that Henrietta's well and cheerful and has got some one to make much of her and look after her," Dowie reflected, trotting the baby gently.

"I can't help believing her grace would take me on again if I wrote and asked her.

And I should be near Miss Robin, thank God.

It seems a long time since--" She suddenly leaned forward and looked up the narrow street where the wind was blowing the dust about and whirling some scraps of paper.