And as he said it, he knew that in sheer weakness of fiber, spiritual as well as physical, he had made a decision. And as he said it, he knew that in sheer weakness of fiber, spiritual as well as physical, he had made a decision. The Satyr behind her laughed softly. The Satyr behind her laughed softly. "Naturally," he said, "but ye're going to be well very soon." "Naturally," he said, "but ye're going to be well very soon." They were both looking at him and something seemed to be required of him. So with an effort, They were both looking at him and something seemed to be required of him. So with an effort, "How long—how long have you been in France?" he asked. "How long—how long have you been in France?" he asked. "Only three weeks," said Quinlevin, "watching the bulletins daily for news of you. I found out a week ago, but they wouldn't let us in until to-day. And we can stay only five minutes." "Only three weeks," said Quinlevin, "watching the bulletins daily for news of you. I found out a week ago, but they wouldn't let us in until to-day. And we can stay only five minutes." Then Moira spoke again, with a different note in her voice. Then Moira spoke again, with a different note in her voice. "Are you glad that I came?" she asked. "It was the least I could do." "Are you glad that I came?" she asked. "It was the least I could do." "Glad!" "Glad!" The word seemed sufficient. Jim Horton seemed glad to utter it. If she would only recognize the imposture and relieve him of the terrible moment of confession. But she didn't. She had accepted him as Quinlevin, as all the others had done, for his face value, without a sign of doubt.