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"Greeba, may I come in?" he said, in a low tone. "Yes," she answered, only just audibly, and then he entered. She did not raise her eyes, and he did not offer his hand, but as he stood beside her she grew stronger, and as she sat before him he felt that a hard lump that had gathered at his heart was melting away. "Listen to me, Greeba," he said. "I know all your troubles, and I'm very sorry for them. No, that's not what I meant to say, but I'm at a loss for words. Greeba!" "Yes?" "Doesn't it seem as if Fate meant us to come together—you and I? The world has dealt very ill with both of us thus far. But you are a woman and I am a man; and only give me the right to fight for you——" As he spoke he saw the tears spring to her eyes, and he paused and his wandering fingers found the hand th