Some day he would tell her more, he said, and meantime he trusted in the goodness and warmth of her heart, in her woman's natural compassion.
"He did not know that her heart was about the size of a parched pea, and had the proportional amount of warmth; and that her faculty of compassion was mainly directed to herself.

He was only startled and disappointed at the air of cold surprise and the suspicious look with which she received his imperfect tale.

But she did not say much.

She never had much to say.

She was a fool of the silent, hopeless kind.
"What story Davidson's crew thought fit to set afloat in Malay town is neither here nor there.