Let her care for you, Pamela, dear Pamela!' He lifted her hand to his lips, and put his arm round her.

She leant against him, and he gently kissed her cheek.

So Love came to them, but in its most tragic dress, veiled and dumb, with haggard eyes of grief.
Then Pamela tried to tell him all that she herself had understood of the gallant deed, the bit of 'observation work' in the course of which Desmond had received his wound.

He had gone out with another subaltern, a sergeant, and a telephonist, creeping by night over No Man's Land to a large shell-hole, close upon an old crater where a German outpost of some thirty men had found shelter.

They had remained there for forty-eight hours--unrelieved--listening and telephoning.