"There's no harm in saying that, any how! Dear old Phil! I wonder whether--" What he would have said was uncertain, for at that moment he was considerably startled by the sight of a meagre, pale face peering through the parted pine boughs,--a face in which two wild eyes shone with a blue-green glitter, like that of newly sharpened steel.
"Hello, Sigurd!" said Lorimer good-naturedly, as he recognized his visitor.

"What are you up to?
Going to climb a tree ?" Sigurd pushed aside the branches cautiously and approached.

He sat down by Lorimer, and, taking his hand, kissed it deferentially.
"I followed you.

I saw you go away to grieve alone.

I came to grieve also!" he said with a patient gentleness.
Lorimer laughed languidly.