"'J'y suis, j'y reste.' He lives that historic motto!" [40]
An overwhelming sorrow seized and shook the lonely woman by the dial [80]
"Roy—my own Roy" [122]
DEVOTA
A telegram, Madam. The messenger waits for an answer."
The butler held out a silver salver, and Mrs. Rexford Churchill laid aside her embroidery and took the ominous yellow envelope.
Glancing over the contents, her face brightened.
"No answer, Ramsay. Tell Hansel to take the dog-cart to the station in ample time to meet the 5.42 train, as Miss Lindsay is coming. The trap and victoria are in the hands of the fishing party who may be late returning home."
The hostess turned toward her companion, an elderly woman whose white hair was partly covered by a lace cap.