re; for
he wished to be a just man. He was wont to quote with more or less
austerity--chiefly the result of his professional life--this:

"For justice, all place a temple, and all season summer."

And, man of war as he was, he had another saying which was much in his
mouth; and he lived up to it with considerable sincerity:

"Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace,
To silence envious tongues."

He whispered to his wife. It would have been hard to tell from her look
what she thought of the matter, but presently she changed seats with
her husband, that he might, by holding his newspaper at a certain angle,
shield the girl from intrusive gazers.

At every station the same scene was enacted. And inquisitive people must
have been surprised to see how monotonously ordinary was the manner of
the three white people in the compartment. Suddenly, at a station near
London, General Armour gave a start, and used a strong expression under
his breath. Glancing at the "Marriage" column, he saw a notice to the
effect that on a certain day of a certain month, Francis Gilbert, the
son of General Joseph Armour, C.B., of Greyhope, Hertfordshire, and
Cavendish Square, was married to Lali, the daughter of Eye-of-the-Moon,
chief of the Bloods, at her father's lodge in the Saskatchewan Valley.
This had been inserted by Frank Armour's solicitor, according to his
instructions, on the day that the Aphrodite was due at Liverpool.
General Armour did not at first intend to show this to his wife, but on
second thought he did, because he knew she would eventually come to
know of it, and also because she saw that something had moved him.
She silently reached out her hand for the paper. He handed it to her,
pointing to the notice.

Mrs. Armour was unhappy, but her self-possession was admirable, and she
said nothing. She turned her face to the window, and sat for a long time
looking out. She did not turn to the others, for her eyes were full of
tears, and she did not dare to wipe them away, nor yet to let them be
seen. She let them dry there. She was thinking of her son, her favourite
son, for whom she had been so ambitious, and for whom, so far as she
could, and retain her self-respect, she had delicately intrigued, that
he might happily and befittingly marry. She knew that in the matter of
his engagement she had not done what was best for him, but how could she
have guessed that this would be the result? She also was sure that whe