Then he sprang after Mrs.Wade, learnt from her where Lilian was, and at once tried to enter the sitting-room.

The door was locked.
"Lily!" he called, in a low voice.

"Open, dear! It is I!" The key turned rapidly.

He rushed in, and clasped Lilian in his arms.
She could not utter a word, but clung to him sobbing and wailing.
"Don't!--don't, dear girlie! Try to be quiet--try to command yourself." "Can you do anything ?" she uttered at length.

"Is there any hope ?" "What do you wish, Lily, dearest?
What shall I do ?" The common sense of manliness urged him to put no such questions, to carry her away without a word, save of tender devotion, to escape with her into quietness, and let all else go as it would.