He did not know why he sang for the song was not in his heart--he only felt it to be an act of relief and encouragement.
When he went to the dining-room Jane was there.

She roused herself with a sleepy languor and stretched out her arms to him with welcoming smiles.

For a moment he stood motionless and silent.

She had dressed herself wonderfully in a long, graceful robe of white broadcloth, rich and soft and shining as the white satin which lay in folds about the bosom and sleeves and encircled her waist in a broad belt.

Her hair, freed of puffs and braids, showed all its beauty in glossy smoothness and light coils, and in its meshes was one large red rose, the fellow of which was partly hidden among the laces at her bosom.