What she had thought of his origin God knows, but she had never dreamed of this.

Her eyes grew larger and more lustrous, her lips parted as if to speak, but her voice failed her.

Then by an effort she recovered herself, and out of that strange face went all the glow of youth and ardour.

It was again the unholy mask I had first known.
'And these others ?' she asked in a level voice.
'One is a brother officer of my regiment.

The other is an American friend.