It is not our place to protect him." She raised her veil and he looked at her closely.

She was still as beautiful as he had thought her last night, but her complexion was pallid almost to fragility, and there were faint violet lines under her eyes.
"You have not slept," he said.

"It was the fear of last night." "I slept badly," she admitted, "but that passes.

This afternoon I shall rest." "I cannot help thinking," he went on, "about those men who watched the house last night.

They could have been after no good.