With Sir Henry Heyburn he often had long and serious chats.

The brilliant politician, whose career had so suddenly and tragically been cut short, gave him much good advice, pointing out the special questions he should study in order to become an authority.

This is the age of specialising, and in politics it is just as essential to be a specialist as it is in the medical, legal, or any other profession.
In a few days the young man was returning to his dingy chambers in the Temple, to pore again over those mouldy tomes of law; therefore almost daily he ran over to Glencardine to chat with the blind Baronet, and to have quiet walks with the sweet girl who looked so dainty in her fresh white frocks, and whose warm kisses were so soft and caressing.
Surely no pair, even in the bygone days of knight and dame, the days of real romance, were more devoted to each other.

With satisfaction he saw that Gabrielle's apparent indifference had now worn off.

It had been but the mask of a woman's whim, and as such he treated it.
One afternoon, after tea out on the lawn, they were walking together by the bypath to the lodge in order to meet Lady Heyburn, who had gone into the village to visit a bedridden old lady.