There were lines of anxiety round his eyes.

Jocelyn never took her glance from his face.
"Nearly two months ago," he repeated.
"But you will go ?" she said--and something in her voice startled him.
"Of course I will go," he replied.

He looked down into her face with a vague question in his quiet eyes; and who knows what he saw there?
Perhaps she was off her guard.

Perhaps she read this man aright and did not care.
With a certain slow hesitation he laid his hand on her arm.

There was something almost paternal in his manner which was in keeping with his stature.
"Moreover," he went on, "I will get there in time.