Besides, I have a few purchases to make." He was switching the tremulous spring flowers along the path with his cane, and not looking at her as he spoke.
"How long shall you be gone ?" He laughed.
"Montreal has no charms for me, you know," he replied; "I shall not remain there long, probably not over a week." "The house will be lonely when you are gone--now that Rose is away." She sighed a little, saying it.

Somehow, a vague feeling of uneasiness had disturbed her of late--something wanting in Reginald--something she could not define, which used to be there and was gone.

She did not like this readiness of his to leave her on all occasions.

She loved him with such a devoted and entire love, that the shortest parting was to her acutest pain.
"Are you coming in ?" he asked, seeing her linger under the trees.
"Not yet; the evening is too fine." "Then I must leave you.

It will hardly be the thing, I suppose, to go to dinner in this shooting-jacket." He entered the house and ran up to his room.