He liked Mrs.
Semple, though he did not see her very often.
About a year later, Mr.Semple died.

It was an untimely death, one of those fortuitous and in a way insignificant episodes which are, nevertheless, dramatic in a dull way to those most concerned.

He was seized with a cold in the chest late in the fall--one of those seizures ordinarily attributed to wet feet or to going out on a damp day without an overcoat--and had insisted on going to business when Mrs.Semple urged him to stay at home and recuperate.

He was in his way a very determined person, not obstreperously so, but quietly and under the surface.

Business was a great urge.