"Probably nothing," I answered. "And yet I shall try all the same. I dare not go away with the memory of that child's face haunting me. I must make an effort, even though it seems ridiculous. I can't help it."
My companion smiled softly.
"As you will, my impetuous young friend," he said. "This promises to be interesting. I will await your return."
I did not hesitate any longer. I rose to my feet, and crossed the space which lay between the two tables. As I drew nearer to her I watched the child's face. At first a flash of desperate hope seemed suddenly to illumine it; then a fear more abject even than before took its place as she glanced at her companion. She watched me come, reading without a doubt the purpose in my mind with a sort of fascinated wonder. Her eyes were still fastened upon mine when at last I paused before her. I leaned over the table, keeping my shoulder turned upon the man.
"You will forgive me," I said to her in a low tone, "but I believe that you are in trouble. Can I help you? Don't be afraid to tell me if I can."
"You—you are very kind, sir," she began, breathlessly; "I——"
Her companion intervened. Astonishment and anger combined to render his voice unsteady.
"Eh? What's this? Who the devil are you, sir, and what do you mean by speaking to my ward?"
I disregarded his interruption altogether. I still addressed myself only to the child, and I spoke as encouragingly as I could.
"Don't be afraid to tell me," I said. "Think that I am your brother. I want to help you if I can."