"I shouldn't be surprised if she lived out her days here, just as her aunt did." "Maybe it would be the best thing," said Henry.

"She's got us as long as we live." Henry straightened himself as he spoke.

Since his resolve to resume his work he had felt years younger.

Lately he had been telling himself miserably that he was an old man, that his life-work was over.

To-night the pulses of youth leaped in his veins.
He was so pleasantly excited that after he and Sylvia had gone to bed it was long before he fell asleep, but he did at last, and just in time for Rose and Horace.
Rose, after Sylvia went down-stairs, had put out her light and sat down beside the window gazing out into the night.