In spite of her experience and her self-control, she felt her face flushing under his searching gaze.
"My dear," he said at length, "I am glad to meet you.

You are a good and brave girl, I know." His eyes fell upon the black band upon her arm.

"I see you are wearing the badge of heroism.

My dear, pardon me, you have the same look--Barry, she has your dear mother's look, not so beautiful--you will forgive me, my dear--but the same look.

She thinks of others and she has courage to suffer.