She reached up a sympathetic hand to his.

"Dear Sir Galahad!" she said softly.
Piers looked down at her for a few moments in silence.

And then, very suddenly, moved by the utter devotion that looked back at him from her eyes, he went down on his knees beside her and held her to his heart.
"It's a beast of a world, Jeanie," he said.
"Is it ?" whispered Jeanie, with his hand pressed tight against her cheek.
There was silence between them for a little space; then she lifted her face to his, to murmur in a motherly tone, "I expect you're tired." "Tired!" said Piers with gloomy vehemence.

"Yes, I am tired--sick to death of everything.

I'm like a dog on a chain.