"It belonged to my mother.

I had it taken for her when I was but a boy; yes, I was only thirty.

She tied the ribbon; it has never been opened since." He put it down on the stand, by the miniature, under the gillies and lupins.
So it happened that when Miss Ruth Woodhouse came to inquire for him, she had been in Mr.Denner's thoughts all the afternoon.

"Not," he kept assuring himself, "not that I have changed my mind,--not at all,--but she is Miss Deborah's sister." It was after five when Mary pushed the library door open softly, and looked in, and then beckoned mysteriously to Gifford.
"It is your aunt; she wants to know how he is.

You'd better come and tell her." Mr.Denner heard her, and turned his head feebly towards the door.