But I've got them all now." He came over to where she was sitting and handed her a picture paper.
Then he retreated, far from the fire, close to a table which was equi-distant from the confessional and the door giving access to the staircase hall.

Bringing forward a deep, comfortable chair out of the shadows, he sat down, and opening one of the newspapers he had brought in, began to read it with close attention.
On the table at his elbow, there now stood what looked to Helen's eyes like a bouquet of light.

But this only made the soft darkness which filled the further side of the great room seem more intense to those sitting near the fireplace.
They were all pleasantly tired after the doings of the day; and soon Blanche's quick ears caught a faint, regular sound issuing from the far-off confessional.

Bubbles, so much was clear, had fallen asleep.
And then, not for the first time in the last few days, the aunt began considering within herself the problem of her niece.

Blanche had begun to like Donnington with a cordiality of liking which surprised herself.
His selfless love for the girl touched her more than she had thought it possible for anything now to touch her worldly heart.