He noted with keen pleasure the delicate napery, the silver candlesticks, the bowl of roses, with which the substantial meal was set out.

Lucy waited on him with the quick intelligence of a trained nurse.

She scarcely spoke, yet her every motion, as she served him, seemed a caress.

When he had finished he began to stammer out his thanks.
"No," she said, rising decisively.

"You are too weak to talk to me to-night, Mr.Waldeaux.