But I need not describe him, for he told me that he had been with you this morning.

That is not the point." He spoke carelessly and scarcely glanced at Unorna while speaking.
"What of him ?" she inquired, trying to seem as indifferent as her companion.
"He is a little mad, poor man, that is all.

It struck me that, if you would, you might save him.

I know something of his story, though not much.

He once loved a young girl, now doubtless dead, but whom he still believes to be alive, and he spends--or wastes--his life in a useless search for her.