Excerpt: ...to look upon the path which lay before her. CHAPTER XI INTO BATTLE When Sylvia saw Guy again, he greeted her with an odd expression in his dark eyes, half-humorous, half-speculative. He was lying propped on pillows by the open window, a cigarette and a box of matches by his side. "Hullo, Sylvia!" he said. "You can come in. The big baas has set his house in order and gone out." The early morning sunshine was streaming across his bed. She thought he looked wonderfully better, and marvelled at the change. He smiled at her as she drew near. "Yes, I've been washed and fed and generally made respectable. Thank goodness that brute Kieff has gone anyway! I couldn't have endured him much longer. What was the grand offence? Did he make love to you or what?" "Make love to me! Of course not!" Sylvia flushed indignantly at the suggestion. Guy laughed; he seemed in excellent spirits. "He'd better not, what? But the big baas was very angry with him, I can tell you. And I can't think it was on my account. I'm inoffensive enough, heavens knows." He reached up a hand as she stood beside him, and took and held hers. "You're a dear girl, Sylvia," he said. "Just the very sight of you does me good. You're not sorry Kieff has gone?" "Sorry! No!" She looked down at him with doubt in her eyes. "Only-we owe him a good deal, remember. He saved your life." "Oh, that!" said Guy lightly. "You may set your mind quite at rest on that score, my dear. He wouldn't have done it if he hadn't felt like it. He pleases himself in all he does. But I should like to have witnessed his exit last night. That, I imagine, was more satisfactory from Burke's point of view than from his. He-Burke-came back with that smile-on-the-face-of-the-tiger expression of his. You've seen it, I daresay. It was very much in evidence last night." Sylvia repressed a sudden shiver. "Oh, Guy! What do you think happened?" He gave her hand a sudden squeeze. "Nothing to worry about, I do assure you. He's a devil...