He did not smile.
"Mysie will be wild to get hold of you. Can you come round and see us?"
"I think I might perhaps to-morrow, darling Mysie! I expect she is grown."
He was silent. Rowena was conscious that she was the subject of his close scrutiny.
"You have been through trouble since we met. I did not know your address or would have written you a line of sympathy. Your brother was a great friend of mine."
"I know. Thank you. My sister-in-law has gone to live with her mother, so I am on my own."
"And you can do no better than this?"
"You are judging me hardly."
Rowena's tone was rather proud, though her heart was beating and her pulses throbbing strangely. She rather resented the effect that this tall grave friend of hers had upon her.
He smiled, and his smile warmed her heart.