She not only lit my fire, but treated me the while to her original tone of almost fervent civility and respect and determination.

Her vagaries soon ceased to puzzle me: the psychology of Jane Braithwaite was not recondite.

In the night it had dawned upon her that Rattray had found me harmless and was done with me, therefore there was no need for her to put herself out any further on my account.

In the morning, finding me really ill, she had gone to the hall in alarm; her subsequent attentions were an act of obedience; and in their midst came Rattray himself to my bedside..