Anything, she felt, would be bearable if only she could see him once again.

But she looked for him in vain.
When her brother joined them at the end of the week a dullness of despair had come upon her.

Again she saw herself trapped and helpless, lacking even the spirit to attempt escape.

She greeted Jack almost abstractedly, and he observed her throughout the evening with anxiety in his eyes.

When it was over he drew her aside for a moment as she was bidding him good-night.
"What's the matter, little 'un?
What's wrong ?" he whispered, with his arm about her.
She clung to him for an instant with a closeness that was passionate.
But, "It's nothing, Jack," she whispered back.