"Then you were with her," Aldyth said, in tones soft with sympathy.
"Yes, I was with her. It is a great comfort to me to remember those last days."
And he told her about them, talking as he could not have talked to Miss Lorraine; indeed, to no other being could he so have opened his heart. Aldyth said little in response, but her sympathy made itself felt without words, and the few she uttered were dear to him.
"Your sister is well, I hope?" she said, after a pause.
"Quite well," he answered; "she is going to be married."
"That will be your loss," said Aldyth.
"It will; but she will be happy."
"Are you going abroad again?"
"No, I have found work in London."
Aldyth made no remark on this. She was silent, thinking of the evening when they had parted at the field gate, and of all that had happened since.