The girl set her teeth hard. A strange light gleamed in the blue of her eyes. She moved across to the washing-stand and poured out a stiff dose of sal volatile. "Here, Evelyn," she said, all the tenderness gone from her voice, "drink this at once. Then get up as soon as you can, and make yourself presentable. I shall not be gone many minutes, and you _must_ be ready to go to him the instant I come back." Evelyn choked and spluttered over the burning mixture. "Oh, thank you, Honor, thank you. Only--don't look so angry about it, please." "I _am_ angry--I am bitterly angry," Honor answered with sudden vehemence, and went quickly from the room. Once outside, she paused; her whole soul uplifted in a wordless prayer for strength and self-control. It seemed to her that Evelyn's reception of Theo went far to make her own departure a matter of imperative necessity, cruelly hard though it was to risk being misjudged at such a crisis. With heart and spirit braced for her ordeal, she entered the room. But at sight of him, who was the incarnation of life, cheerfulness, and vigour, lying stricken in heart and body, her courage deserted her, and she could neither speak nor move. On the lower end of the long chair Rob nestled in an attitude of perplexed watchfulness; satisfaction and bewilderment contending for the mastery over his faithful soul; and Desmond's right arm supported his stunned and aching head. As Honor paused on the threshold, he stirred uneasily. "That you, Ladybird?" he asked; and his tone, if listless, was unmistakably tender. "No, Theo. It is I--Honor," the girl answered in a low voice without moving forward. "Where's Evelyn, then?" "She's coming soon--very soon." "What's gone wrong with her? Has she fainted? You might come a little closer to a fellow, Honor. I feel cut off from everything and every one, with this damnable green wall in front of my eyes." At that cry from the man's tormented heart all thought of her own pain, all doubt as to her own strength, was submerged by a flood-tide of pure human compassion; and she came to him straightway, kneeling close beside his chair, and laying one hand lightly on the rug that covered him. "There, Theo--there. Can you see me a little now?" she asked tenderly. "You mustn't think hard things of--Ladybird--please. She let herself go so completely after seeing you in the verandah, and it was impossible for her to come to you while she was in such a state of collapse. I have given her a strong dose of sal volatile, and she begged me to explain things to you; so--I came. I can't tell you how sorry I was that it should be--only me." He raised his head at that.