Both realized that some explanation was forthcoming, yet neither was quite prepared to force the issue.
"I have no wraps at the hotel," she said, as he attempted to turn that way.

"That was a lie also; let us walk directly down the road." He indulged in no comment, his eyes perceiving a pathetic pleading in her upturned face.

Suddenly there came to him a belief that the girl was crying; he could feel the slight tremor of her form against his own.

He glanced furtively at her, only to catch the glitter of a falling tear.

To her evident distress, his heart made instant and sympathetic response.