2/16 "My wife used to play that; it is a favourite of mine. Please go on, if you are not tired." She played a nocturne of Chopin; and he rose and stood at the fireplace, with his hands folded behind his back. As she turned and looked at him, he said, with a smile, "That is a pretty pendant, Miriam. I think you have not many jewels, have you ?" She started, and turned her head away from him. "You must remember, Lord Sutcombe, that I am a poor clergyman's fourth daughter, and that I am not accustomed to much jewellery." "You are my son's wife, my dear Miriam," he said, with a slight smile. |