And now Philip beheld something in her which he had been too bewildered and wonder-struck to observe before.

Her first terror had been so acute that he had failed to see what remained after her fright had passed.
But it was clear to him now, and the look that came into his own face told her that he had made the discovery.
The beauty of her face, her eyes, her hair--the wonder of her presence six hundred miles from civilization--had held him spellbound.

He had seen only the deep lustre and the wonderful blue of her eyes.

Now he saw that those eyes, exquisite in their loveliness, were haunted by something which she was struggling to fight back--a questing, hunted look that burned there steadily, and of which he was not the cause.

A deep-seated grief, a terror far back, shone through the forced calmness with which she was speaking to him.