But for her, what ear would have been open to his cries?
And what hand but hers could drag him up again to a footing of sanity and self-respect?
All through the stress of the struggle with him, she had been conscious of something faintly maternal in her efforts to guide and uplift him.

But for the present, if he clung to her, it was not in order to be dragged up, but to feel some one floundering in the depths with him: he wanted her to suffer with him, not to help him to suffer less.
Happily for both, there was little physical strength to sustain his frenzy.

It left him, collapsed and breathing heavily, to an apathy so deep and prolonged that Lily almost feared the passers-by would think it the result of a seizure, and stop to offer their aid.

But Monte Carlo is, of all places, the one where the human bond is least close, and odd sights are the least arresting.

If a glance or two lingered on the couple, no intrusive sympathy disturbed them; and it was Lily herself who broke the silence by rising from her seat.