Unorna was left alone with the Wanderer.

His attitude did not change, his eyes did not open, as she stood before him.

Still he wore the look which had at first attracted Keyork Arabian's attention and which had amazed Unorna herself.

It was the expression that had come into his face in the old cemetery when in his sleep she had spoken to him of love.
"He is dreaming of her," Unorna said to herself again, as she turned sadly away.
But since Keyork had been with her a doubt had assailed her which painfully disturbed her thoughts, so that her brow contracted with anxiety and from time to time she drew a quick hard breath.

Keyork had taken it for granted that the Wanderer's sleep was not natural.
She tried to recall what had happened shortly before dawn but it was no wonder that her memory served her ill and refused to bring back distinctly the words she had spoken.