Mr.Muir remarked that he was going to take a nap, and soon followed her.
Their departure was a relief to Graydon, for it rendered the carrying out of his plan less embarrassing.

In his eagerness to be alone with the object of his hopes, he soon obtained a carriage, and with Miss Wildmere drove away.

Mrs.Muir and Mrs.Wildmere compared maternal and domestic notes sometime longer, and then the former went to her room quite reconciled to what now appeared inevitable.
"I think you are prejudiced, Henry," she remarked to her husband, who was tossing restlessly on the bed.
"Least said soonest mended," was his only response, and then he changed the subject.
Graydon came back with the hope--nay, almost the certainty--of happiness glowing in his eyes.

He had spoken confidently of his business plans and prospects, and had touched upon the weariness of his exile and his longing for more satisfactory pleasures than those of general society.

His companion had listened with an attention and interest that promised more than sympathy.