I came from Montreal in this evening's train, and drove up here, in spite of wind and weather." Captain Danton came forward; and Rose, still a little confused, presented M.La Touche.

The cordial Captain shook with his usual heartiness the proffered hand of the young man, bade him welcome, and put an instant veto on his leaving them that night.
"There are plenty of bedrooms here, and it is not a night to turn an enemy's dog from the door.

My cousin, Miss Grace Danton, M.La Touche; my daughter, Eveleen; and Doctor Frank Danton." M.La Touche bowed with native grace to these off-hand introductions, and then was led off by Rose to the piano-corner, to be duly presented there.

She had not made up her mind yet whether she were vexed or pleased to see her lover.

Whatever little affection she had ever given him--and it must have been of the flimsiest from the first--had evaporated long ago, like smoke.