"Is he going to settle in America?"
"Why, no, Barby! What makes you ask such a thing?"
"I thought he looked as if he had dressed himself for a cold climate," said Barby, drily.
Fleda sat down by Hugh's easy-chair, and laid her head on his breast.
"I like your Mr. Carleton very much," Hugh whispered, after a while.
"Do you?" said Fleda, a little wondering at Hugh's choice of that particular pronominal adjective.
"Very much indeed. But he has changed, Fleda."
"Yes in some things some great things."
"He says he is coming again," said Hugh.
Fleda's heart beat. She was silent.