goes with a speaking eye and a widely sympathetic nature. Without
any substantial claims to beauty, her expression was so womanly and
so sweet that she was invariably called lovely.

Mr. Gryce was engaged at the moment in shifting his cane from the
right hand to the left, but his manner was never more encouraging
or his smile more benevolent.

"Pardon me," he apologised, with one of his old-fashioned bows,
"I'm sorry to trouble you after all the distress you must have been
under this morning. But there is something I wish especially to
ask you in regard to the dreadful occurrence in which you played so
kind a part. You were the first to reach the prostrate woman, I
believe."

"Yes. The boys jumped up and ran towards her, but they were
frightened by her looks and left it for me to put my hands under
her and try to lift her up."

"Did you manage it?"

"I succeeded in getting her head into my lap, nothing more."

"And sat so?"

"For some little time. That is, it seemed long, though I believe
it was not more than a minute before two men came running from the
musicians' gallery. One thinks so fast at such a time--and feels
so much."