Bonnivel, and he entered into brisk conversation with him, through the
interpreter, soon becoming convinced that the man told the truth about
his service and its ending. Thus the chain of evidence which was to free
an honest, but unfortunate man, grew link by link, and Joyce formed the
clasp which held all together.

She was allowed to enter after awhile, and the Pole's face lighted
almost into rapture at sight of her. He knew what she had done for him,
and he felt that no ikon of his hut in the old country had ever seemed
more beautiful, or more worthy of his honor. He would have knelt to her
readily enough, but that his few months in America had taught him that
such demonstrations were not admissible on democratic soil. So he merely
stood in awkward adoration, and beamed upon her.

She spoke a few kind words, telling him his discharge papers would soon
be ready and that he was then to report for work in Littleton, if he so
desired, and was turning away when, after a quickly-spoken sentence by
Lozcoski, the interpreter said explanatorily,

"He bids me thank you, lady, and give you the blessing of a man at peace
with his God. And he asks, where is your young husband that he may thank
him, also."

"My husband!" stammered Joyce, while Leon turned sharply to gaze at her
flushing cheeks. "Wh--what does he mean? I have no husband."

The interpreter, trying to control his smiles, explained, and the Pole,
after a disconcerted expression had crossed his face, smiled blandly
also and, spreading out both hands, spoke again.

"He begs the lady's pardon," said the interpreter. "It was her betrothed
that he meant. The young man who is boss at the Works. He thought you
were married, rather than betrothed, ma'am. But he is glad to ask
blessings on your future union."

What could Joyce say? To keep on explaining and protesting would be
ridiculous, and it suddenly flashed across her mind that the mistake was
natural. As this Lozcoski had seen them together in close companionship,
and intimate counsel, he had a right to believe what he did. Such
personal business relations, without marriage or betrothal, nearly as
sacred and irrevocable, would be an impossibility between two of their
age and social standing in his own country.

So she simply bowed her head, accepted the murmured blessings of the
grateful prisoner, and hurried out, leaving the animated lexicon she had
hired--all one broad smile of intelligence now--to interpret he