By the light of a dying fire he could see it was her bedroom.

Lighting a candle on the mantel, she looked eagerly in his face as he threw aside his muffler and opened his coat.

It disclosed a spare, youthful figure, and a thin, weak face that a budding mustache only seemed to make still more immature.

For an instant brother and sister gazed at each other.

Astonishment on her part, nervous impatience on his, apparently repressed any demonstration of family affection.