The Major announced presently that he would make a savory; and, indeed, with cheese melted on to the bread, and sardines on the top, he did very well.

Gertie moved silently about; and Frank, in the intervals of rather abrupt conversation with the Major, found his eyes following her as she spread out their small possessions, vanished up the stairs and reappeared.

Certainly she was very like Jenny, even in odd little details--the line of her eyebrows, the angle of her chin and so forth--perhaps more in these details than in anything else.

He began to wonder a little about her--to imagine her past, to forecast her future.

It seemed all rather sordid.