through moments of trial. She stood before the curtains screening the balcony, hesitant, apparently meditating flight. To her Woodhouse went, in his eyes an appeal for a moment alone which would not be denied.
"You were—very kind to me," he began, his voice very low and broken. "If it had not been—for your help, I would have"
"I could not see you—see you grope blindly—and fail." She turned her head to look back through the opened glass doors to the swiftly moving dots in the distance that represented the incoming battle fleet.
"But was there no other reason except just humanity to prompt you?" He had possessed himself of one of her hands now, and his eyes compelled her to turn her own to meet their gaze. "Once when they—were trying to trip me, I caught a look from your eyes, and—and it was more than—than pity."
"You are presuming too much," the girl parried faintly; but Woodhouse would not be rebuffed.
"You must hear me," he rushed on impetuously. "This is a strange time for me to say this, but you say you are going—going away
