"I hope at least she won't leave off her full mourning on the very anniversary of Wilbur's death!" The light door clanged behind her, and the sound annoyed her nephew.

He had no idea why she thus used inoffensive wood and wire to dramatize her departure from the veranda, the impression remaining with him being that she was critical of his mother upon some point of funeral millinery.
Throughout the desultory conversation he had been profoundly concerned with his own disturbing affairs, and now was preoccupied with a dialogue taking place (in his mind) between himself and Miss Lucy Morgan.

As he beheld the vision, Lucy had just thrown herself at his feet.

"George, you must forgive me!" she cried.

"Papa was utterly wrong! I have told him so, and the truth is that I have come to rather dislike him as you do, and as you always have, in your heart of hearts.