would you prefer your star fallen?” Lorison made a wide gesture.
“You push me to the bald fact,” he declared. “You are not in sympathy with my argument. But I will answer you so: if I could reach my particular star, to drag it down, I would not do so. But if it were fallen, I would pick it up, and thank Heaven for the privilege.”
They were silent for some minutes. Norah shivered, and thrust her hands deep into the pockets of her jacket. Lorison uttered a remorseful exclamation.
“I’m not cold,” she said, “I was just thinking. I ought to tell you something. You have selected a strange confidante. But you expect a chance acquaintance picked up in a doubtful restaurant to be an angel.”
“Norah!” cried Lorison.
“Let me go on. You have told me about yourself. We have been such good friends!
