His eyes softened, a faint sad smile trembled on his lips.

He dropped the straw which he had been plaiting, and lifted his hands with a gesture of admiration.

"The pretty lady!" he whispered to himself.

"Oh, the pretty lady!" He attempted to crawl out from the wall, as far as his chain would let him.

At a sign from the superintendent he stopped, and sighed bitterly.
"I wouldn't hurt the lady for the world," he said; "I beg your pardon, Mistress, if I have frightened you." His voice was wonderfully gentle.