The colonel bent towards her.
"Don't be afraid of him, Mrs.Tudor," he said kindly.

"He is a friend, and he speaks English." But Audrey did not so much as glance at the native, who stood, silent and impassive, waiting to be questioned.

The agony of the past thirty hours had reached its limit.

She sank into a chair by the colonel's table and hid her face in her shaking hands.
"I've nothing to ask him," she said hopelessly.

"Eustace is dead--dead--dead, without ever knowing how I loved him.