But he kept still, hoping that she would lie down and compose herself.

Instead she stretched out her arms imploringly, and said, in a voice full of yearning and tears,-- 'Oh! Charley! come to me--come to me!' and then as she more fully became aware of the place where she was, her actual situation, she sank back and feebly began to cry.

Philip's heart boiled within him; any man's would under the circumstances, but he had the sense of guilty concealment to aggravate the intensity of his feelings.

Her weak cry after another man, too, irritated him, partly through his anxious love, which made him wise to know how much physical harm she was doing herself.

At this moment he stirred, or unintentionally made some sound: she started up afresh, and called out,-- 'Oh, who's theere?
Do, for God's sake, tell me who yo' are!' 'It's me,' said Philip, coming forwards, striving to keep down the miserable complication of love and jealousy, and remorse and anger, that made his heart beat so wildly, and almost took him out of himself.