If he were not mistaken, she had wearied of him and regretted her bondage--the old story.

Thinking thus, and strolling through the rooms with casual glances at a picture, he discovered his acquaintance, catalogue in hand, alone for the present.

Her pensive face again answered to his smile.

They drew back from the pictures and sat down.
'I dined with our friends at Chelsea on Saturday evening,' said Barfoot.
'On Saturday?
You didn't tell me you were going back again.' 'I wasn't thinking of it just at the time.' Monica hinted an amused surprise.
'You see,' he went on, 'I expected nothing, and happy for me that it was so.

Miss Nunn was in her severest mood; I think she didn't smile once through the evening.