A look of understanding came into Roscoe's face.

Then he said: "I am glad that I shall see more of you; I am to travel by the 'Fulvia' also to London." "Yet I am afraid I shall see very little of you," she quietly replied.
He was about to say something to her, but she suddenly swayed and would have fallen, but that he caught her and supported her.

The weakness lasted only for a moment, and then, steadying herself, she said to both of us: "I hope you will say nothing of this to madame?
She is kind, most kind, but she hates illness--and such things." Galt Roscoe looked at me to reply, his face showing clearly that he thought "madame" an extraordinary woman.

I assured Justine that we would say nothing.

Then Roscoe cordially parted from us, saying that he would look forward to seeing us both on the ship; but before he finally went, he put on the grave a small bouquet from his buttonhole.