s quiet hero, she told
herself with flushed cheeks.

She remembered how he had spoken of him as "doing splendid things in the
dark, as it were," as being "horribly modest." Fisher's heavy
personality came before her with the memory. She could detect the
heroism behind the grave exterior with which this man baffled all
others.

If Charlie had been a hero, too, instead of a frivolous imp of mischief!

A sigh rose in her heart. Somehow, even though she told herself she had
no interest in the matter, Molly wished that he were something more
valuable than the flippant looker-on she took him to be. How could any
man, who was worth anything, bear to be only that, she wondered?

She found a large party gathered in the hall at tea on her return. A
laugh she knew fell on her ears as she entered, and an instant later she
was aware of Charlie springing to meet her, his brown face aglow with
the smile of welcome.

"How awfully good to meet you here, Molly!" he said, with that audacious
use of her Christian name against which no protest of hers seemed to
take any effect.

She shook hands with him and she tried to do it coldly, but his warm
grasp was close and lingering. She realised with something of a shock
that he really was as glad as he professed to be to see her again.

She went forward to the group around the fire and shook hands with all
she knew.

Captain Fisher was the last to receive this attention. He was standing
in the background. He moved forward half a pace to greet her. In his own
peculiar, dumb fashion he also seemed pleased to meet her there.

He had an untasted cup of tea in his hand which he hastened to pass on
to her.

"I shouldn't accept it if I were you," laughed Mrs. Langdale. "I saw ten
lumps of sugar go into it just now."

Fisher raised his eyebrows, but made no verbal protest. He never spoke
if a gesture would do as well.

Molly accepted the cup of tea with a gracious smile, and Fisher found
her a chair and sat silently down beside her.

Molly had plenty to say at all times. Her companion did not embarrass
her by his lack of responsiveness as he embarrassed most people. She had
a feeling that his reticence did not spring from inattention.

"I am going to let you have the Silent Fish, as Charlie calls him, for
partner at dinner," her hostess said to her later. "You are a positive
marvel, Molly. He becomes quite genial under your influence."

Fisher brightened considerably when he found him