Beatrice will not die of a broken heart, happily, and if your wife is one half as noble you are indeed a fortunate man.

Perhaps we had better talk no more at present; it is possible you have acted rightly, and I must run no risk of saying unkind things.

Is your father informed ?' 'Not yet.' 'You are leaving town ?' 'This afternoon.' 'To go to a distance ?' 'No.

I shall be in town daily.' 'You doubtless inform your father before you leave ?' 'I shall do so.' 'Then we will say good-bye.' Mrs.Baxendale gave her hand.

She did not smile, but just shook her head as she looked Wilfrid steadily in the face.
It was later in the afternoon when she called upon Mrs.Birks.She was conducted to that lady's boudoir, and there found Mr.Athel senior in colloquy with his sister.