He was welcomed by Millie Splay, presented to Sir Chichester, and surrounded by his friends.

He was a trifle leaner than of old, and there were lines now where before there had been none.

His eyes, too, had the queer, worn and sunken look which was becoming familiar in the eyes of the young men on leave.

Joan Whitworth watched him as he entered, carelessly--for perhaps a second.

Then her book dropped from her hand upon the carpet--that book which she had so jealously read a few minutes back.