He took a turn up and down the room, with his hands in the side-pockets of the long, loose, shapeless coat which he habitually wore.
"How old are you ?" he said, stopping suddenly, and speaking to her with the whole breadth of the room between them.
"I was eighteen last birthday," she answered, humbly, without looking up at him.
"You have shown extraordinary courage for a girl of eighteen.

Have you got any of that courage left ?" She clasped her hands together, and wrung them hard.

A few tears gathered in her eyes, and rolled slowly over her cheeks.
"I can't give Frank up," she said, faintly.

"You don't care for me, I know; but you used to care for my father.

Will you try to be kind to me for my father's sake ?" The last words died away in a whisper; she could say no more.