It was a wise move, for it absorbed his attention and gave the poor child at his side a chance to recover her composure.
They came to Glenavelin gates and George turned in.

"I had better drive you to the door, in this charming weather," he said.

The sight of the pale little face had moved him to deep pity.

He cursed his blindness, the blindness of a whole world of fools, and at the same time, with the impotence of the honest man, he could only wait and be silent.
At the door he stopped to unbutton his cape from her neck, and even in his nervousness he felt the trembling of her body.

She spoke rapidly and painfully.
"I want you to take a message from me to--to--Lewis.