Later on that evening, Norgate walked up and down the platform at Charing-Cross with Anna.

Her arm rested upon his; her expression was animated and she talked almost eagerly.

Norgate carried himself like a man who has found a new thing in life.

He was feeling none of the depression of the last few days.
"Dear," Anna begged, "you won't forget, will you, all the time that I am away, that you must never for a single moment relax your caution?
Selingman speaks of trust.

Well, he gambles, it is true, yet he protects himself whenever he can.