The movement, slight though it was, stirred Chayne to pity and hurt him with an intolerable pain.

It betrayed so unmistakably the long habit of suffering.

She sat silent, motionless, with the dumb patience of a wounded animal.
"Oh, Sylvia, why did you not come with me on that first day ?" he cried.
"Tell me your bad news, dear," she replied, gently.
"I cannot help it," he began in broken tones.

"Sylvia, you will see that there is no escape, that I must go.

An appointment was offered to me--by the War Office.