“Especially when he has the privilege of your particular favour,” added Nasmyth.

As Nasmyth approached her he became conscious that she was watching him with a curious expression in her keen, dark eyes.

Nasmyth hesitated, regarding her compassionately, but she made a sign of protest.

The afternoon was very hot when Nasmyth plodded down a steep hillside through the thick red dust of the waggon trail.