There was jealousy in the lad's heart, and a fierce murderous hatred of the stranger who, as it seemed to him, had come between them.

Yet, when her arms were flung round his neck, and her fingers strayed through his hair, he softened and kissed her with real affection.

There were tears in his eyes as he went downstairs.
His mother was waiting for him below.

She grumbled at his unpunctuality, as he entered.

He made no answer, but sat down to his meagre meal.