Nunhood simply astounded him.
"Look here, my sister!" he said, plucking impatiently at her demure sleeve, and even in my semi-consciousness I smiled at the sound of the words from his cockney lips.
"Well ?" she answered, turning her unruffled glance upon him.
Sander lowered his voice and talked hurriedly in her ear.

But she only shook her head.

How small the things of this world are to those who look with honest eyes beyond it! "Well, I _must_ tell him--there!" exclaimed Sander, angrily, and he made a step towards the bed.

But she laid her hand on his arm and held him.

It was a queer picture.
"Let me go," he said.