This toughness he showed not only in his figure, which was both upright and graceful, but in the glance of his calm, cold eye, which fell upon everybody and everything unmoved, while that of his young, but equally stalwart companion seemed to shrink with the most acute sensitiveness from every person he met, save the very mild old reader of news near whom they now paused for a half-dozen words of conversation.
"I don't think it does me any good," was the young man's gloomy remark.
"I am wretched when with her, and doubly wretched when I try to forget myself for a moment out of her sight.

I think we had better go back.

I had rather sit where she can see me than have her wonder--Oh, I will be careful; but you must remember how unnerving is the very silence I am obliged to keep about what is destroying us all.

I am nearly as ill as she." Here they drew off, and their apparently disinterested hearer turned the page of his paper.

It was five minutes before they came back.