Susannah looked at him. Her cousin, Rose Lyndwood, home again, in his old place!
And upstairs, his wife!
"I am sorry Marius missed you," she said.
He turned his grey eyes on her.
"'Tis no matter," he said, in a lifeless manner.
Then Miss Chressham threw aside restraint.
"Oh, Rose," she cried, coming up to the table. "What have you done? What is she like?"
"What makes you say that?" he demanded, raising his head.
"Your face—her face!" she answered. "Don't you suppose I can see what this is going to be?"
He made a movement with his hand on the table, as if his nerves were strained almost beyond bearing.