And they told the doctor so, and he believed it." The possibilities of the situation were plainly to be seen.

Fate, in the form of temperament itself, had been against her.

It was clear enough to Betty as she patted and stroked the thin hands.

"I understand.

Tell me the rest," she said.
Lady Anstruthers' head dropped.
"When I was loneliest, and dying of homesickness, and so weak that I could not speak without sobbing, he came to me--it was one morning after I had been lying awake all night--and he began to seem kinder.