She is very fond and proud of her young husband," and with a motherly kiss and smile she left him.
Edward paced the floor for several minutes with thoughtful air, then went up-stairs to Zoe's boudoir.
She was not there or in the dressing-room.

He took up a lamp and went on into the adjoining bedroom.

Shading the light with his hand, he drew near the bed with noiseless step.
She lay there sleeping, tears on her eyelashes and her pillow wet with them.

His heart smote him at the sight.

She looked such a mere child and so sweet and innocent that he could hardly refrain from imprinting a kiss upon the round rosy cheek and the full red lips.
And he longed for a reconciliation, but it seemed cruel to wake her, so it should be the first thing in the morning, he said to himself.
He set the lamp down in a distant part of the room, and prepared for rest.
* * * * * Max had spent the evening over his books and diary.