She looked at him with her mind as well as her eyes, and seeing felt curiosity about him, pity for him, felt her own pulses stirred by his presence and his aspect.

A faint colour, softer than the storm-flag which had fluttered there a minute before, rose to her cheeks; her lips began to tremble.

He feared that she was going to weep, and "That is settled!" he said cheerfully.
"Good!" and he went into the little room and brought out his cap.

"I lay last night at the 'Bible and Hand,' and I must fetch my cloak and pack." She stayed him by a gesture.

"One moment," she said.