"And Effieand Effie, dear father?" was Jeannie's eager question.

And all those hoursfor seldom were the moments when, against my will I was compelled to gladnessI became more and more alone; for Effie being the soul of the festivities,since Mary Strathsay oftenest stood cold and proudly by, wax-white and like a statue on the wall,and all the world looking on at what they deemed to be no less than Angus's courtship, I saw little of her except I rose on my arm to watch her smiling sleep deep in the night.