On that night, too, I had briefly met him who now stood with me.

Had I ever reminded him of that rencontre, or explained it?
I had not, nor ever felt the inclination to do so: it was a pleasant thought, laid by in my own mind, and best kept there.
Graham rung the bell.

The door was instantly opened, for it was just that period of the evening when the half-boarders took their departure--consequently, Rosine was on the alert.
"Don't come in," said I to him; but he stepped a moment into the well-lighted vestibule.

I had not wished him to see that "the water stood in my eyes," for his was too kind a nature ever to be needlessly shown such signs of sorrow.

He always wished to heal--to relieve--when, physician as he was, neither cure nor alleviation were, perhaps, in his power.
"Keep up your courage, Lucy.