And she was powerless to help him.
"You'll be back in town soon," he answered her.

"I shall come and see you sometimes.

After all"-- smiling a little--"Nan isn't constantly with you.

She has her music." He paused a moment, then added gravely, with a quiet note of thankfulness in his voice: "As I, also, shall have my work." There remained always that--work, the great palliative, a narcotic dulling the pain which, without it, would be almost beyond human endurance.
* * * * * * "Everything's just about as bad as it could be!" Kitty's voice was troubled and the eyes that sought Lord St.John's lacked all their customary vivacity.

The tall old man, pacing the quadrangle beside her in the warmth of the afternoon sunshine, made no comment for a moment.