He was delighted at the interest which Mrs.Croyle was taking in his itinerary.

She was clearly a superior person.

"From Renk, I shall cross to the Blue Nile at Rosaires, and travel eastward again to the River Dinder----" "You are most fortunate," Stella interrupted wistfully.
"Yes, am I not ?" cried Hillyard.

It looked as if nothing would break through his obtuseness.
"I should love to be going in your place." "You ?" Hillyard smiled.

She was for a mantelshelf in a boudoir, not for a camp.
"Yes--I," and her voice suddenly broke.
Hillyard sprang up from his chair, but Stella held up her hand to check him, and turned her face still further away.