If that love was to be starved and die away, it would not be because of any moral scruples.
She opened her paper languidly; and almost the first words she read, under the heading of Election News, were these: 'Apropos of the outrage on Mr.Courtier, we are requested to state that the lady who accompanied Lord Miltoun to the rescue of that gentleman was Mrs.Lees Noel, wife of the Rev.Stephen Lees Noel, vicar of Clathampton, Warwickshire.' This dubious little daub of whitewash only brought a rather sad smile to her lips.

She left her tea, and went out into the air.

There at the gate was Miltoun coming in.

Her heart leaped.

But she went forward quietly, and greeted him with cast-down eyes, as if nothing were out of the ordinary..