"I am so very cheerful I need to shower the surplus." There was a smile at her lips, but her eyes were misty.

Large, brilliant, gentle, they had now also a bewildered look, which even the rough old soldier saw.

He did not understand, but he drew the hand further within his arm and held it, there, and for the instant he knew not what to say.

The girl did not speak; she only kept looking at him with a kind of inward smiling.

Presently, as if he had suddenly lighted upon a piece of news for the difficulty, he said: "Radisson has come." "Radisson!" she cried.
"Yes.