“At a quarter to eight, Sir Hugh.”
“Very well; I hope there are lights and a fire in the study.”
“Yes, Sir Hugh, and in the damask drawing-room as well.” But his master did not seem to hear him, as he walked slowly across the hall on his way to his dressing-room.
CHAPTER XII.
IN THE BLUE NESTIE.
….This perhaps was love—
To have its hands too full of gifts to give
For putting out a hand to take a gift,
To have so much, the perfect mood of love
Includes, in strict conclusion, being loved;
As Eden dew went up and fell again,