"Gee whiz!" he said to himself, "some dimples!" A few miles away as the crow flies Gilbert Palgrave In his bedroom in St.James's Palace cursed himself and life because Joan was still as difficult to win as sunshine was to bottle.
And up in the sky that hung above them all the angels were lighting the stars.
VIII Martin was not given to suspicion.

He accepted people at their face value and believed in human nature.

It never occurred to him, then, that the apparently ingenuous and disarming Irene, with her straight glance and wide smile, had brought Tootles to Devon except by accident or for anything but health and peace.

He was awfully glad to see them.
They added to the excellent effect upon his spirits which had been worked by the constant companionship of the irrepressible Howard, before whose habitual breeziness depression could stand little chance.
Also he had youth and health and plenty to do in gorgeous weather, and so his case, which he had been examining rather morbidly, assumed a less painful aspect.

His love and need of Joan remained just as strong, but the sense of martyrdom brought about by loneliness and self-analysis left him.