They had long life before them.

It seemed to Jean a pity that Colmor should be drawn into this war.

Jean watched them, as they conversed apart; and he saw Ann's hands creep up to Colmor's breast, and he saw her dark eyes, eloquent, hungry, fearful, lifted with queries her lips did not speak.

Jean stepped beside them, and laid an arm over both their shoulders.
"Colmor, for Ann's sake you'd better back out of this Jorth-Isbel fight," he whispered.
Colmor looked insulted.

"But, Jean, it's Ann's father," he said.