"Mr. Rhys, I think he was very good."
The water filled those clear eyes at that, but he only returned the child's gaze and said nothing.
"I will take the conditions, Mr. Rhys," Julia went on.
"The Lord make it so!" he said gravely.
"But what is the helmet, Mr. Rhys?"
"When you have taken the conditions, little one, you will know." He rose up.
"Mr. Rhys," said Eleanor rising also, "I have listened to you, but I do not quite understand you."
"I recommend you to ask better teaching, Miss Powle."
"But I would like to know exactly what you mean, and what you meant, by that 'helmet' you speak of so often?"
He looked steadily now at the fair young face beside him, which told so plainly of the danger lately passed through. Eleanor could not return, though she suffered the examination. His answer was delayed while he made it.