'How?'
'By becoming more composed and settled; no grief lasts for ever, you know,' replied Vane, a little tartly; 'but now your return, your special visit to her, and the mementoes you bear, will bring the whole thing to the surface again, and—and—even after six months of widowhood—may——'
'Will make matters more difficult for you?' interrupted Trevor Chute, smiling.
'Precisely. I am a great ass, I know; but I cannot help loving Ida still.'
'You will accompany me to the Collingwoods' to-morrow, Jerry?' urged the soldier, after a pause.
'No, old fellow, decidedly not. Ida's grief would only worry me and make me feel de trop. What the deuce do you think I am made of, Trevor, to attempt to console the woman I love when she is weeping for another?'
'Dine with me at the club this evening, then—sharp eight—and we'll talk it over.'
'Thanks; and then we shall have a long "jaw" together about all that is and all that might have been; so, till then, old man, good-bye.'