At first I could only see Miss Phebe." "Doesn't Gerald look nice ?" asked Phebe, trying to choke back the uncomfortable lump rising so unreasonably in her throat.

Halloway moved back a little and looked at Gerald, who stood fastening her long glove, utterly unconscious or unheedful of his scrutiny.

The light in the niche at the head of the stairs threw its full glow over both her and Phebe.
"Yes," he answered, quietly, after an imperceptible pause, and, as he turned back to Phebe, it seemed to her that his eyes glanced over her with a suddenly awakened consciousness of the wrapper and the tumbled hair and even of the little worn-out slippers.

"You look pale," he said, kindly.

"I know I am wrong to keep you standing here just because it is so pleasant to see you again.