At that she looked up again, her face expressive of deep misery.
“I am in deepest trouble,” she said brokenly, “I do not think that you or any one else can be of help to me.”
“Tell me,” he urged. “At least let me try.”
She sat for a moment in thought, her eyes veiled by the long lashes, then she lifted her head and looked at him as if she would measure his quality. Then she broke, out impulsively.
“Yes,” she cried, “I will trust you, I will tell you all. Perhaps you can help me, at least you can give me advice.”
“Then let us walk,” he said quickly. “You will freeze if you sit there long.”
He offered her his hand, and as she took it, their eyes met, and in the corporal’s there flashed a new light, and as he turned and fell into step at her side his heart was beating tumultuously, and his blood was running as if heated with a generous wine.