Then, "I have time enough," was the low, curt answer, face still averted.
"I am alone here, as you see.

I am just a little afraid of a--a return attack.

I wonder--would you be willing to come up to my room with me--help make a cup of tea for us and--stay with me a little while ?" Again for the minute, no reply.

Then the girl turned hotly upon her, suspicion, resentment--was it hatred, too ?--in her eyes.

But what she saw was as a child's face--wide eyes, beseeching mouth.