She had never thanked him--he hoped that she never would--but he had surely a right to claim some measure of her thoughts, some light place in her life.
"Please look at me," he begged, a little abruptly.
She turned her head in some surprise.

Francis was almost handsome in the clear Spring sunlight, his face alight with animation, his deep-set grey eyes full of amused yet anxious solicitude.

Even as she appreciated these things and became dimly conscious of his eager interest, her perturbation seemed to grow.
"Well ?" she ventured.
"Do I look like a person who knew what he was talking about ?" he asked.
"On the whole, I should say that you did," she admitted.
"Very well, then," he went on cheerfully, "believe me when I say that the shadow which depresses you all the time now will pass.

I say this confidently," he added, his voice softening, "because I hope to be allowed to help.

Haven't you guessed that I am very glad indeed to see you again ?" She came to a sudden standstill.