But that was all.

Margaret had had some faint idea that he might offer to help her--it was absurd, of course--or at least that he might give her some good advice.

But that was not Mr.Bellingham's way of doing things.

If he intended to do anything, the last thing he would think of would be to tell her of his intention.

He led the conversation away, and having rounded it neatly with a couple of anecdotes of her grandmother, he rose to go, pleading an engagement.