Like the last moments of a drowning man, scenes he had almost forgotten flashed before him in countless array--scenes, varied and infinite, in which Lady Rosamond formed the pleasing foreground.
Face to face with this beautiful woman Guy Trevelyan was ready to fall down in adoration and pour out the tale of his sorrow with the ardor of undying love.

What is the tenor of his thoughts while engaged in quiet and easy conversation with her ladyship and the other occupants of the drawing-room?
Guy Trevelyan is wondering if he dare avow his love--if by any means he can find hope to approach Lady Rosamond on a subject which engrosses his waking thoughts.
Mary Douglas completed the family circle.

With her came love, joy, hope, and happiness.

Her lovely presence gave fresh impulse to every one greeting her arrival.

Lady Rosamond felt a ray of light shed upon her as she caressed her true and constant friend.