It was here that he had buried his manhood.

When she turned away at length, she felt as if she had been standing by his grave.
Burke waited for her and helped her to mount again in utter silence.

Only as she lifted the bridle again he laid his hand for a moment on her knee.

It was a dumb act of sympathy which she could not acknowledge lest she should break down utterly.

But it sent a glow of comfort to her hurt and aching heart.