But an odd jealousy--or perhaps her hidden disappointment--drove her on.
'Yes, but one doesn't like strangers interfering,' she said childishly.
The soldier threw her a side-glance, while his lip twitched a little.

So this was Pamela--grown-up.

She seemed to him rather foolish--and very lovely.

There was no doubt about that! She was going to be a beauty, and of a remarkable type.

He himself was a strong, high-minded, capable fellow, with an instinctive interest in women, and a natural aptitude for making friends with them.