They wrote to each other at Christmas, and met at Calverley, the seat of Lord Rineham.

She contrived, even when away from him, to fill his life.

She was always consulting him on matters of interest to her; she sought his advice continually, and about everything, from the renewal of a lease to the making of a new acquaintance.

"I cannot do wrong," she would say to him, "if I follow your advice." He was pleased and happy to be able to help the daughter of his mother's dearest friend.
Her manner completely deceived him.

If she had evinced the least pique or discontent--if she had by word or look shown the least resentment--he would have suspected that she cared for him, and would have been on his guard.