But to-day Vjera was by his side, poor Vjera, who alone of those he had known during the years of his captivity had stood by him, had felt for him, had given him a sense of reliance in her perfect sincerity and honest affection.

And her affection had grown into something more; it had developed into love during the last months.

He had seen it, had known it and had done nothing to arrest the growth.

Nay, he had done worse.

Only a moment ago he had taken her hand in a way which might well mislead an innocent girl.