I will bring him back very soon." Philip seated himself beside Miriam as Adare and Josephine left the room.

He noticed that her hair was dressed like Josephine's, and that in the soft depths of it was partly buried a rose.
"Do you know--I sometimes think that I am half dreaming," he said.

"All this seems too wonderful to be true--you, and Josephine, almost a thousand miles out of the world.

Even flowers like that which you wear in your hair--hot-house flowers!" There was a strange sweetness in Miriam's smile, a smile softened by something that was almost pathetic, a touch of sadness.
"That is the one thing we keep alive out of the world I used to know--roses," she said.

"The first roots came from my babyhood home, and we have grown them here for more than twenty years.