A strange, overmastering astonishment took possession of him, and with it came wild hope and the wilder longing to reach its realisation instantly.
"What else could I have meant?
What else did I say ?" Her eyes were beginning to glitter in the gathering dusk.
The Wanderer no longer avoided their look, but he passed his hand over his brow, as though dazed.
"I only asked you to come with me," she repeated softly.

"There is nothing supernatural about that.

When I saw that you did not believe me I did not try to lead you then, though she is waiting for you.

She bade me bring you to her." "You have seen her?
You have talked with her?
She sent you?
Oh, for God's sake, come quickly!--come, come!" He put out his hand as though to take hers and lead her away.

She grasped it eagerly.