It was a curious moment, this, outside the room of his wife, once admired, if not perhaps loved, who had called him 'the limit.' He steeled himself with that phrase, and tiptoed on; but the next door was harder to pass.

It was the room his daughters slept in.

Maud was at school, but Imogen would be lying there; and moisture came into Dartie's early morning eyes.

She was the most like him of the four, with her dark hair, and her luscious brown glance.

Just coming out, a pretty thing! He set down the two valises.