Paul watched everything that happened.

His face was pale and thin, but his eyes were quick and bright with life as ever.

He watched the strange, almost rhapsodic way in which the girl moved about, carrying a great stew-jar to the oven, or looking in the saucepan.

The atmosphere was different from that of his own home, where everything seemed so ordinary.

When Mr.Leivers called loudly outside to the horse, that was reaching over to feed on the rose-bushes in the garden, the girl started, looked round with dark eyes, as if something had come breaking in on her world.