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"I can dispense with a fire in my room, and the boots I was going to
buy; these are not so very bad, though they do leak at times," and she
glanced down rather ruefully at the little shabby boots in which her
feet were incased, and which she had worn so long. "I hope Neil will not
notice them, he is so fastidious about such things," she said, with a
sigh; and then her thoughts went back to the summer when she had visited
London and met Jack Trevellian who had been so kind and done so much
for her.
Her mother had been home several times since then, and had spoken of
Jack as a noble fellow, with nothing small in his nature.
"But he is greatly changed from what he used to be," she said. "When I
first knew him at Monte Carlo, he was almost as regular at the tables as
I was myself, and a capital partner at cards; but now he never plays at
all, and did not even go inside the Casino, notwithstanding I did my
best to persuade him. I think there must be some woman concerned in the
change. Well she is fortunate if she gets Jack Trevellian.


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