He read my surprise in my face and said: "Look here, old chap, don't think me quite a fool.

You can't know what that little girl has done for me these years.

Her trust in me--it is extraordinary how utterly she trusts me--somehow held me up to my best and back from perdition.

It is the one bright spot in my life in this blessed country.

Everyone else thinks me a pleasant or unpleasant kind of fiend." I protested rather faintly.
"Oh, don't worry your conscience," he answered, with a slight return of his old smile, "a fuller knowledge would only justify the opinion." Then, after a pause, he added: "But if Gwen goes, I must pull out, I could not stand it." As we rode up, the doctor came out.
"Well, what do you think ?" asked The Duke.
"Can't say yet," replied the old doctor, gruff with long army practice, "bad enough.