perfectly certain what he wanted; but meanwhile he availed himself of
every possible opportunity to get nearer, and was content with his
progress.

He was sorely tempted now to discuss Sir Thomas's position and to
describe his own, but he perceived from her own aloofness just now that
it would seem a profanity, so he preserved silence instead, knowing that
it would be eloquent to her. At last she spoke again, and there was a
suggestion of a tremor in her voice.

"I suppose you can do nothing for him really? He must stay in the
Tower?"

Ralph threw out his hands, silently, expostulating.

"Nothing?" she said again, bending over her work.

Ralph stood up, looking down at her, but made no answer.

"I--I would do anything," she said deliberately, "anything, I think, for
the man--" and then broke off abruptly.

* * * * *

Ralph went away from Chelsea that afternoon with a whirling head and
dancing heart. She had said no more than that, but he knew what she had
meant, and knew, too that she would not have said as much to anyone to
whom she was indifferent. Of course, it was hopeless to think of
bringing about More's release, but he could at least pretend to try, and
Ralph was aware that to chivalrous souls a pathetic failure often