He had had little doubt that Sylvia would marry when she had had time to forget some of the poignancy of first love.

But in this he had been mistaken.

Sylvia had steadfastly refused every lover who had come her way.
He had found another billet for old Ranger, and had installed a dour Scotchman in his place.

But Sylvia still corresponded with young Guy, still spoke of him as the man she meant to marry.

It was true she did not often speak of him, but that might have been through lack of sympathetic listeners.