"You're so—good to me," she said, in a whisper. "Thank you—so much."
He said no word in answer. Mutely he let her go.
CHAPTER VII
THE GUEST
When Sylvia met her husband again, it was as if they had never been parted or any cloud arisen to disturb the old frank comradeship.
They breakfasted at daybreak before riding out over the lands, and their greeting was of the most commonplace description. Later, as they rode together across the barren veldt, Burke told her a little of his finding of Guy at Brennerstadt. He did not dwell upon any details, but by much that he left unsaid Sylvia gathered that the task had not been easy.
"He knows about—me?" she ventured presently, with hesitation.
"Yes," Burke said.
"Was he—surprised?" she asked.
"No. He knew long ago."