Well, why shouldn't I be here ?" He stared at her blankly and answered: "God knows, I don't! But since you ask the question, _why_ are you here, Isobel?
It is Isobel, isn't it, or am I still dreaming?
Let me touch you and I shall know." She drew back a little way, quite three inches.
"Of course it is Isobel, don't your senses tell you that without wanting to touch me?
Why, I knew it was you from the end of the church.
But you ask me why I am here.

I wish you would tell me.

I was passing, and something drew me into this place.

I suppose it was you, and if so, I say at once that I resent it; you have no right----" "No, no, certainly not, but do let me touch you to make sure that you are Isobel." "Very well," she said, and stretched out a hand towards him.
He caught it with his left which was nearest, and then with his right hand reached forward and seized her other hand.

With a masterful movement he draw her towards him, and though she was a strong woman she seemed to have no power to resist.