Here, away from her professional perils, she was, it seemed, "a slim little girl with sad eyes and a wistful mouth." The picture moved him strongly.

More than ever he was persuaded that his day would come.

Even might come the day when it would be his lot to lighten the sorrow of those eyes and appease the wistfulness of that tender mouth.

He was less sure about this.

He had been unable to learn if Beulah Baxter was still unwed.