Gradger, for some reason, was a favorite with the men. He went straight to Floyd's cell and pointed him out to Emily Barlow.
"Emily!"
"Robert!"
That was all they could say for awhile.
"My darling," cried Robert, who was the first to recover command of himself. He was indignant to think that she, too, should be forced into these surroundings. "Why have you come here?"
"Only to be with you for a few moments, Robert. I thought of you all friendless and lonesome."
"God bless you, dear. But you must not remain. Go away quickly and do not come here again."
It was the old, natural instinct to screen the purer half of our race from degrading contact with things we ourselves must meet.
"But why should I not visit you, Robert?"
"Because this is hell and you are an angel."