Elizabeth sitting on her mother's bed at night, crooning about Canada--her soft brown hair over her shoulders, and her eyes sparkling with patriotic enthusiasm, was a charming figure.

But let Mrs.Gaddesden attempt to probe and penetrate beyond a certain point, and the way was resolutely barred.

Elizabeth would kiss her mother tenderly--it was as though her own reticence hurt her--but would say nothing.

Mrs.Gaddesden could only feel sorely that a great change had come over the being she loved best in the world, and that she was not to know the whys and wherefores of it.
And Philip--alack! had been of very little use to her in the matter! "Don't you bother your head, Mother! Anderson's an awfully good chap--but he's not going to marry Elizabeth.

Told me he knew he wasn't the kind.