And now to-night--what made her come and give him the extra pleasure of her company these two hours?
Sympathy, he supposed, about Desmond.
Well, he was grateful; and for the first time his heart reached out for pity--almost humbled itself--accepted the human lot.

If Desmond were killed, he would never choose to go on living.

Did she know that?
Was it because she guessed at the feelings he had always done his best to hide that she had been so good to him that evening?
What as to that love-story of hers--her family ?--her brother in Mesopotamia?
He began to feel a hundred curiosities about her, and a strong wish to make life easy for her, as she had been making it easy for him.

But she was excessively proud and scrupulous--that he had long since found out.

No use offering to double her salary, now that she had saved him all this money! His first advance in that direction had merely offended her.