When he took his leave, it would have seemed natural if Franks had come out to walk a little way with him, but his friend bore him company only to the door.
"Let us see you as often as possible, old man.

I hope you'll often come and lunch on Sunday; nothing could please us better." Franks' handgrip was very cordial, the look and tone were affectionate, but Will said to himself that the old intimacy was at an end; it must now give place to mere acquaintanceship.

He suspected that Franks was afraid to come out and walk with him, afraid that it might not please his wife.

That Rosamund was to rule--very sweetly of course, but unmistakably--no one could doubt who saw the two together for five minutes.

It would be, in all likelihood, a happy subjugation, for Norbert was of anything but a rebellious temper; his bonds would be of silk; the rewards of his docility would be such as many a self-assertive man might envy.