For I have heard little of such friendships and I have seen still less." Chayne's thoughts were suddenly turned from his dead friend to this, the living companion at his side.

There was something rather sad and pitiful in the tone of her voice, no less than in the words she used.

She spoke with so much humility.

He was aware with a kind of shock, that here was a woman, not a child.

He turned his eyes to her, as he had turned his thoughts.