When Rowland glanced at her again he saw a change pass over her face; she was observing something that was concealed from his own eyes by the angle of the church-wall.

In a moment Roderick stepped into sight.
He stopped short, astonished; his face and figure were jaded, his garments dusty.

He looked at Christina from head to foot, and then, slowly, his cheek flushed and his eye expanded.

Christina returned his gaze, and for some moments there was a singular silence.

"You don't look well!" Christina said at last.
Roderick answered nothing; he only looked and looked, as if she had been a statue.