He wavered, not knowing, it seemed, his way.

And Nedda thought: 'Poor old man, how lame he is!' She saw him stoop, screened, as he evidently thought, from sight, and take something very small from his pocket.

He gazed, rubbed it, put it back; what it was she could not see.

Then pressing his hand down, he smoothed and stretched his leg.

His eyes seemed closed.