Very likely, she would be with them in a day or two, thought Dorian.

She would draw and paint, and then in the soft evening dusk she would play some of those exquisite melodies on her violin.

Mildred did not like people to speak of her beloved instrument as a fiddle, and he remembered how she had chastised him on one occasion for so doing.

Yes, she would again enter into their daily life.

Her ladylike ways, her sweet smile, her golden beauty would again glorify their humble home.