Her lips were trembling, her eyes were looking straight into his, the sun above him seemed to gleam in her hair.

It was as if she knew of the thoughts that were in his mind, and of the fight he was making; as though through space she had seen him, and watched him, and wanted to cry out for him the way to come.

There was a curious tremble in his fingers as he restored the picture to his pocket.

He whispered something.

His pipe had gone out.