Hours ago he had sent out the almost unbelieving footman for them.

Joan and flowers--they were synonymous.
She put her pretty face into a great bowl of violets.

"You remembered all my little friends, Marty," she said.
They sat opposite each other at the long table.

Martin's father looked down at Martin's wife, and his mother at the boy from whom she had been taken when his eager eyes came up to the level of her pillow.

And there was much tenderness on both their faces.
Martin caught the manservant's eyes.