the wounded man. His face was drawn with pain. His eyes were closed.
But be was not sleeping. His fingers locked and unlocked. His lips
moved He opened his eyes and looked at her.

"You need not stay here," he said.

"Would you rather I didn't?" asked Angela, rising.

"Why did you bring me here?"

"To make sure your wounds were attended to."

"Your brother is a landlord--'Kingsnorth--the absentee landlord,' we
used to call your father as children. And I'm in his son's house.
I'd betther be in jail than here."

"You mustn't think that."

"You've brought me here to humiliate me--to humiliate me!"

"No. To care for you. To protect you." "Protect me?"

"If I can."

"That's strange."

"I heard you speak to-day."

"You did?"