Gilbert Parker,
A Romany of the Snows — Malachi
(1898)
“ A half-hour later, in a large sitting-room, Freddy Tarlton was making eloquent toasts over the wine. As they all stood drinking to Pierre, the door opened from the hall-way, and Malachi stood before them. At his shoulder was a face, wistful, worn, yet with a kind of happiness too; and the eyes had depths which any man might be glad to drown his heart in.Malachi stood still, not speaking, and an awe or awkwardness fell on the group at the table.But Norice stepped forward a little, and said: “May we come in?” ”
