He treasured the portrait.

He was gratified at the unenvious references to Percy, and he was relieved at the prospect before his babies.
The part that referred to Raby left him less room for jubilation.
Forrester evidently thought, as Percy did, that in that quarter everything was plain sailing.

They neither of them realised the gulf between the two, and they neither of them knew of that miserable October afternoon in Regent's Park.

Forrester's jocular reference to Raby's silence and reserve seemed to Jeffreys but a confirmation of what he believed to be the truth.
He was to her what any other friend in distress might be, an object of sweet pity and solicitude.

But that was all.