He could see dimly the profile of her face.

It was still as the night itself.

She was looking straight in front of her into the darkness.
He pondered upon her life and how she bore with it, and how she had kept herself unspoiled by its associations.

Of the saving grace of her dreams he knew nothing.

But the picture of her mother was vivid to his eyes, the outlawed mother, shunned instinctively by the women, noisy and shrill, and making her companions of the would-be fashionable loiterers and the half-pay officers run to seed.