Take the things away, there's a good girl.' Emily had seated herself on the couch again; when the girl was gone she lay down, her hands beneath her head.

Long, long since she had had so much to think of as to-night.
At first she had found Wilfrid a good deal altered.

He looked so much older; his bearded face naturally caused that.

But before he had spoken twenty words how well she knew that the change was only of appearance.
His voice was a little deeper, but the tone and manner of his speaking carried her back to the days when they had first exchanged words when she was a governess at The Firs in Surrey, and Wilfrid was the interesting young fellow who had overworked himself at college.

The circumstances of to-day's meeting had reproduced something of the timidity with which he had approached her when they were strangers.