So they began again the quiet routine of domestic content, and Margery was very happy, putting out of her mind as an artist’s madness the strange failure of Stephen to join her in the country. In the third week of September there were printed in the autumn number of a literary Quarterly “Six Love-Songs,” by Stephen Byrne, which he had sent in hot haste to the editor on the morning of the Greenwich expedition. There was printed above them the dedication “To M. ,” and Margery as she read them was touched and melted with a great tenderness and pride. She would not speak of them to him, but she looked up, blushing, at the end of them and said only “ Stephen!