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"
And
you
?
"
I
said
,
with
sudden
solicitude
.
"
You
must
be
very
tired
.
You
have
worked
hard
and
nobly
.
I
am
proud
of
you
,
Maud
.
"
"
Not
half
so
proud
as
I
am
of
you
,
nor
with
half
the
reason
,
"
she
answered
,
looking
me
straight
in
the
eyes
for
a
moment
with
an
expression
in
her
own
and
a
dancing
,
tremulous
light
which
I
had
not
seen
before
and
which
gave
me
a
pang
of
quick
delight
,
I
know
not
why
,
for
I
did
not
understand
it
.
Then
she
dropped
her
eyes
,
to
lift
them
again
,
laughing
.
"
If
our
friends
could
see
us
now
,
"
she
said
.
"
Look
at
us
.
Have
you
ever
paused
for
a
moment
to
consider
our
appearance
?
"
"
Yes
,
I
have
considered
yours
,
frequently
,
"
I
answered
,
puzzling
over
what
I
had
seen
in
her
eyes
and
puzzled
by
her
sudden
change
of
subject
.
"
Mercy
!
"
she
cried
.
"
And
what
do
I
look
like
,
pray
?
"
"
A
scarecrow
,
I
'm
afraid
,
"
I
replied
.
"
Just
glance
at
your
draggled
skirts
,
for
instance
.
Look
at
those
three-cornered
tears
.
And
such
a
waist
!
It
would
not
require
a
Sherlock
Holmes
to
deduce
that
you
have
been
cooking
over
a
camp-fire
,
to
say
nothing
of
trying
out
seal-blubber
.
And
to
cap
it
all
,
that
cap
!
And
all
that
is
the
woman
who
wrote
'
A
Kiss
Endured
.
'
"
She
made
me
an
elaborate
and
stately
courtesy
,
and
said
,
"
As
for
you
,
sir
--
"
And
yet
,
through
the
five
minutes
of
banter
which
followed
,
there
was
a
serious
something
underneath
the
fun
which
I
could
not
but
relate
to
the
strange
and
fleeting
expression
I
had
caught
in
her
eyes
.
What
was
it
?
Could
it
be
that
our
eyes
were
speaking
beyond
the
will
of
our
speech
?
My
eyes
had
spoken
,
I
knew
,
until
I
had
found
the
culprits
out
and
silenced
them
.
This
had
occurred
several
times
.
But
had
she
seen
the
clamour
in
them
and
understood
?
And
had
her
eyes
so
spoken
to
me
?
What
else
could
that
expression
have
meant
--
that
dancing
,
tremulous
light
,
and
a
something
more
which
words
could
not
describe
.
And
yet
it
could
not
be
.
It
was
impossible
.
Besides
,
I
was
not
skilled
in
the
speech
of
eyes
.
I
was
only
Humphrey
Van
Weyden
,
a
bookish
fellow
who
loved
.
And
to
love
,
and
to
wait
and
win
love
,
that
surely
was
glorious
enough
for
me
.
And
thus
I
thought
,
even
as
we
chaffed
each
other
's
appearance
,
until
we
arrived
ashore
and
there
were
other
things
to
think
about
.
"
It
's
a
shame
,
after
working
hard
all
day
,
that
we
can
not
have
an
uninterrupted
night
's
sleep
,
"
I
complained
,
after
supper
.
