"Let me light it for you."
I performed the little service for him, which he loved to accept from me, and then sat down in Jamie's corner of the sofa.
The Doctor puffed vigorously for a while. Then he spoke, suddenly looking at me:
"After all, it is Ewart that makes Lamoral, is n't it, Marcia?"
"Yes," I replied promptly. I was so glad to speak his name here in his own home. I was hoping his friend would feel inclined to talk of him.
"I have never had an opportunity to realize this before; it is the first time I have been here without him."
"I remember Jamie said, the night before you came last November, that I should n't know the house after Mr. Ewart took possession."
The Doctor turned to me, smiling almost wistfully, r so it seemed to me.
"His presence makes the difference between the house and the home. Is n't that what Jamie meant?"
"Yes, I am sure it is. Mr. Ewart himself calls the old manor 'home' now." I smiled at my thoughts. Had he not said, "My home is henceforth where you are"?