We shall be safer on the porch outside.
Will you take my hand, and let me guide you ?" She did so unhesitatingly, but her fingers were cold, and he could feel the twitching of her nerves.
"You are frightened--not of me, surely ?" "Oh, no!" a slight catch in her voice, "but I am running such a risk venturing here.

I--I had to pretend a sick-headache to get away.

You must not condemn me until you hear why I came." "I condemn?
Hardly, Miss McDonald.

I am merely a soldier receiving orders; 'mine not to question why.' Here is the window; now sit down on this bench.

I 'll keep guard, and listen." His voice sank lower, a little touch of tenderness in it impossible to disguise.