He read her equal knowledge of these facts in the clear eyes that made him flush and turn his own away.
Then he started with a quick "Hello!" and stood staring up at the steps from the terrace above, where Rose Adding was staying himself weakly by a clutch of Kenby on one side and March on the other.
His mother looked round and caught herself up from where she sat and ran toward him.

"Oh, Rose!" "It's nothing, mother," he called to her, and as she dropped on her knees before him he sank limply against her.

"It was like what I had in Carlsbad; that's all.

Don't worry about me, please!" "I'm not worrying, Rose," she said with courage of the same texture as his own.

"You've been walking too much.