"No, Margaret, you and I could not have turned him from our earthen roof." Dick bowed to Miss Woodville, and that little ghost of a tender smile flitted about her thin lips.

Then he lifted the blanket, stepped into the dark, and let the curtain fall behind him.
He stood for a space until his eyes, used to the dusk, could see dimly.
It was a tiny room evidently used as a place of storage for clothing and bedding, but there was space enough for him to lie down, if he bent his knees a little.
The strain upon both muscle and nerve had been very great, and now came collapse.

Removing his shoes and outer clothing he dropped upon a roll of bedding and closed his eyes.

But he was grateful, deeply and lastingly grateful.

The bread that he had cast upon the waters was returning to him fourfold.
He heard low voices beyond the blanket, and he did not doubt that they were those of Colonel Woodville and his daughter.