But when he saw the girl in the white foulard smile at him from the paling he forgot etiquette and everything else.

He walked straight across to her with that keen, bright light in his eyes which Fred had described so well in his letter.
"I am very fortunate," he said, taking the delicately gloved hand into his fingers, "to find you so soon.

I have only been in England a few hours." She answered him slowly, subjecting him the while to a somewhat close examination.

His face was more sunburnt than ever she had seen a man's, but there was a wonderful force and strength in his features, which seemed to have become refined instead of coarsened by the privations through which he had passed.

His hand, as she had felt, was as hard as iron, and it was not without reluctance that she felt compelled to take note of his correct attire and easy bearing.