He was handsome as ever, but pale and sadly pinched.

Beyond all doubt he had suffered.

His grey-blue hospital suit hung about him in folds.
In her eyes he read at once that something was wrong--but without comprehending.

"You sent for me," he stammered; "you have come--" She found her voice and, to her surprise, it was quite firm.
"Yes, we have brought your release," she said; and, watching his eyes, saw the joy leap up in them, saw it quenched the next instant as he composed his features to a fond solicitude for her.
"But you ?" he murmured.

"What has happened?
Tell me--no, do not draw away! Your hand, at least." Contempt, for herself or for him, gave her a moment's strength, but it broke down again.
"It is horrible!" was all she answered and looked about her with a shiver.
"Ah, the place frightens you! Well," he laughed, reassuringly, "it frightened me at first.