As we neared Simla my friend's spirits rose, and he chanted wild Persian and Arabic love-songs, and kept up a fire of conversation all day and all night, singing and talking alternately.
"Griggs," he said, as we approached the end of our journey, "did you have occasion to tell Miss Westonhaugh where I had gone ?" "Yes.

She asked me, and I answered that you had gone to save a man's life.

She looked very much pleased, I thought, but just then somebody came up, and we did not talk any more about it.

I got your message the evening of the day you left." "She looked pleased ?" "Very much.

I remember the colour came into her cheeks." "Was she so pale, then ?" he asked anxiously.
"Why, yes.