I might have committed suicide; I might even have drifted back into my old life--but for one man." At those last words her voice--quiet and even through the earlier part of her sad story--began to falter once more.

She stopped, following silently the memories and associations roused in her by what she had just said.

Had she forgotten the presence of another person in the room?
Grace's curiosity left Grace no resource but to say a word on her side.
"Who was the man ?" she asked.

"How did he befriend you ?" "Befriend me?
He doesn't even know that such a person as I am is in existence." That strange answer, naturally enough, only strengthened the anxiety of Grace to hear more.

"You said just now--" she began.
"I said just now that he saved me.