Jack Harkaway listened as one in a dream.
"Girl," he said, in a voice that was almost inaudible, "you know not what you say."
"I am perfectly cognisant of all," she replied.
"Then your errand here is to torture me?"
"You wrong me."
Harkaway looked her sternly in the face.
And Theodora bore his glance without flinching.
"Your manner tells me," he said, "that you know better than any one what alone could restore happiness here."
"You are right."
And she gravely inclined her head as she answered.