She meant to stay with me all night, poor thing! Oh, why should her husband stay away from her for months at a time?
It is quite disgraceful!" "I think that we had better go to bed," said her father.

"If we begin to discuss abstract questions of temperament we may abandon all hope of sleep tonight.

We might as well try to fathom Herbert Courtland's reasons for going to yacht with so uncongenial a party as Lord Earlscourt's.

Good-night, my dear!" He kissed her and went upstairs.

She did not follow him immediately.
She stood in the center of the room, and over her sweet face a puzzled expression crept, as a single breath of wind passes over the smooth surface of a lake on a day when no wind stirs a leaf.
She thought first of Herbert Courtland, which of itself was a curious incident.