It seemed to him that she was several times on the point of saying something to him, and yet she did not speak.
"What is it, Princess Win ?" he cried.

"What is in your mind, little one ?" He came to the conclusion that she was not very well.

He got no information from her on the subject of her health or anything else; but thinking naturally that the change in the weather might have given her cold, he took pains to wrap her in his own mackintosh and take her home under his own large umbrella.
When there, he went in.

He was greatly cheered by the idea that, although he might not tell his mind that day, he was now and henceforth courting Sophia openly, whatever befell; but the open courting, since it had only begun with his resolution of yesterday, and existed only in his own intention, was naturally not recognised.

He was received with the ordinary everyday friendliness.