The giant gazed thoughtfully out of the brougham window a moment, and
from her corner Lorraine looked long, and a little sadly, at the finely
modelled head and profile.

"Perhaps," he said at length, "a great many people you meet make a
special effort to please you, and try to make an impression on you. We
being all so young, and just nobodies, realise the uselessness of
wasting our efforts, and are merely natural."

She smiled in the shadow, and glanced away from him with the sadness
deepening.

"I feel to-night I should like to be one of you - so young and just
nobody. It would be a pleasant change."

"I don't think you would like it at all."

He looked at her with a slightly puzzled air.

"Only the other day you were speaking to me of achievement and
ambition. You seemed to care so much. You must be glad."

"Oh yes, yes," wearily; "but it isn't enough by itself. There is
something I have missed, and to-night I feel that it might outweight
all the rest - something to do with being young, and careless, and
fresh, and just nobody."

Still looking at her with slightly puzzled, very kindly eyes, he
answered simply, "I'm so sorry."