Once or twice I stole a glance at her.

Notwithstanding a certain perfection of outline, and a toilette which removed her wholly from any suggestion of immaturity, there was yet something childish in the pale, drawn face,--in the eyes with their look of fear.

My heart was full of sympathy for her.

Such adventures as this one into which I seemed to have stumbled were well enough for men.

She, at any rate, was wholly out of place in her present position! I had wild dreams at that moment.