Saxon leaned back, eyes closed, with a feeling of ineffable rest.

Time and again he shot glances at her closed eyes.
"What's the matter ?" he asked finally, in mild alarm.

"You ain't sick ?" "It's so beautiful I'm afraid to look," she answered.

"It's so brave it hurts." "BRAVE ?--now that's funny." "Isn't it?
But it just makes me feel that way.

It's brave.