He fell again and again to speculating on the probable romance that lay behind that loneliness and look of desolation; then to smile at his own share in the prejudice that interesting faces must have interesting adventures; then to justify himself for feeling that sorrow was the more tragic when it befell delicate, childlike beauty.

He began speculating on the tale behind her look of desolation; then smiled at his idea that interesting faces must have interesting adventures.
