"Does she know that you are afraid?"
"I think not. She feels that I've never forgiven her treachery, but come, dearie, it's growing dark, we must hurry. I've a hard night's work before me. You've helped me immensely."
"How?"
"I don't know, child. The sunlight just seems to get tangled in your hair, and it always shines in your eyes day and night. You warm me into life and health, just being near you."
Harriet smiled tenderly, and hurried across the hills in silence by his side.
When they passed out of the last clump of trees near the subway station she looked up into his face and slowly asked:
"Did any one else ever have that effect on you, Jim?"
"Yes," he answered soberly.
"Who?"
The question was asked in a low whisper, but it was not so low that Stuart failed to catch its accent of pain.