He did not speak for a moment or two; then he reached forth a claw-like hand and tentatively fingered her dress.

"I don't want Freddy--when I've got you," he muttered.
"Oh, don't you?
How kind!" said Juliet.
Again his dark eyes lifted.

"It's you that's kind," he said.

"I've never seen anyone like you before." His brow clouded again as he looked at her.
"You're quite as much a lady as Mrs.Fielding," he said.

"But you don't call me a 'hideous abortion'." "I should think not!" Juliet moved impulsively and laid her hand upon his humped shoulder.