Poor little one, the titles were no help to her.

Gilbert knew that well enough, but he was watching her by stealth, and forgot to speak.
'What do you think would do for me, Mr.Grail ?' she said at length.

'It mustn't be anything very hard, you know.' Saying that, she met his eyes.

There was a smile in them, and one so reassuring, so--she knew not what--that she was tempted to add: 'You know best what I want.

I shall trust you.' Something shook the man from head to foot.