"Poor devil!" thought Stanistreet, "I'd give anything to know how much he really cared." Stanistreet still watched.

Mrs.Wilcox found him sitting bent forward, with his elbows on his knees and his face hidden in his hands.

He was roused by her touch on his shoulder.

He started when he saw her standing over him, a strange figure in the dull light.

She was clad in a long gray dressing-gown, her hair uncurled, red rims round her eyes and dark streaks under them, her mouth swollen and trembling.