There, on the far side, lying on the floor with his arms pressed tightly round his head and his face to the wall, was Miltoun.

Barbara let fall the curtains, and stood breathless, with such a queer sensation in her breast as she had never felt; a sense of something outraged-of scarred pride.

It was gone at once, in a rush of pity.

She stepped forward quickly in the darkness, was visited by fear, and stopped.

He had seemed absolutely himself all the evening.