"And there can never be anything else?"
"There never can be anything else—except—"
She paused, and his hopes fluttered.
"Except—" he repeated.
"Gratitude. I am grateful. I was so afraid you were going to weep. And you didn't."
CHAPTER II
A Psychological Contretemps
Young Andrews was a sensitive soul, but he was not unmanly. He fought off the tears as long as he was conscious, but his pillow was wet in the morning.
His station was "on the Bombay side," as they say in India. To be exact, it was at Junnar. And he started down the next day, after sending Nina a bouquet of Annandale's loveliest roses. But when he alighted from the little branch railway line at Umballa, he halted.