CHAPTER XIIHilary saw Craig an hour later, when she went down through the wide hallways and stairways, her evening coat over her arm, and her eyes and cheeks bright with the unusual excitement of going out to dinner and the theatre.
Craig was already dressed, smoking a cigarette beside the library fire; his eyes brightened with genuine pleasure when he saw her. He put her coat aside, and they stood smiling at each other, and exchanging the first of the news. She thought that he always looked his best in the severity of evening dress, and to-night she knew that he was finding her at her prettiest, too; she was a little thinner, a little more slender, than the old Hilary; there were new lines of sweetness and strength about her mouth. He had always liked this honest mouth, with its frank, w
