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Moved by this declaration, wondering that it did not war words while the upperht in her

mind was that she must tell him now of the situation She had expected

to be questioned anxiously about herself--and while she desired it she

shrank from the answers she would have to ely, unnaturally incurious It looked as if there would be no

questions Still this was an opening This seean by saying that she had always

felt like that There were two of them, to live for each other And if

he only knehat she had gone through!

Ensconced in his corner, with his arms folded, he stared out of the cab

at the street How little he was changed after all It was the

unmovable expression, the faded stare she used to see on the esplanade

whenever walking by his side hand in hand she raised her eyes to his

face--while she chattered, chattered It was the saure which at a word fro it occurred to her that she would like to have Flora de

Barral's voice faltered He bent on her that well-re as a child, except the consciousness of

her existence And that was enough for a child who had never known

demonstrative affection But she had lived a life so starved of all

feeling that this was no longer enough for her What was the good of

telling hione, of all