It was the face of a man who might live to a hundred and still look young, nor did the form belie it.
Mr.Davies blushed up to his eyes, blushed like a girl beneath Elizabeth's scrutiny.

"Naturally I take an interest in a neighbour's fate," he said, in his slow deliberate way.

"She is quite safe, then ?" "I believe so," answered Elizabeth.
"Thank God!" he said, or rather it seemed to break from him in a sigh of relief.

"How did the gentleman, Mr.Bingham, come to be found with her ?" "How should I know ?" she answered with a shrug.

"Beatrice saved his life somehow, clung fast to him even after she was insensible." "It is very wonderful.