But, as he moved toward her, she shrank back with a low--"No, no!" And
such a look of horror and fear came into her eyes that the man by her side
felt his muscles tense with indignation.
Looking straight into the heavy face of the stranger, he said curtly, "I
think you had better go on."
With a careless shrug, the other turned and went back to the automobile,
where he spoke in a low tone to his companions.
The woman, who had been watching with a cold indifference, stepped into
the car. The man took his seat by the chauffeur. As the big machine moved
away, the woman with the disfigured face, again made as if to stretch
forth her hands in a pleading gesture.
The young man spoke pityingly; "May I assist you to a carriage, madam?"
At his words, she looked up at him and--seeming to find in his face the
strength she needed--answered in a low voice, "Thank you, sir; I am better
now. I will he all right, presently, if you will put me on the car." She
indicated a street-car that was just stopping at the crossing.
"Are you quite sure that you are strong enough?" he asked kindly, as he
walked with her toward the car.
"Yes,"--with a sad attempt to smile,--"yes, and I thank you very much,
sir, for your gentle courtesy.
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