Captain Anthony," I murmured.

And she repeated also in a murmur, "Yes! Captain Anthony." The faint flush of warm life left her face.

I subdued my voice still more and not looking at her: "You found him sympathetic ?" I ventured.
Her long dark lashes went down a little with an air of calculated discretion.

At least so it seemed to me.

And yet no one could say that I was inimical to that girl.