Yet nothing so horrible as this interruption which really came could ever have presented itself before his mind.

Half in his arms, with her head thrown back, listening--he, too, horrified, convulsed for a moment even with real physical fear--they heard the silence of the night broken by that one awful cry, the cry of a man's soul in torment, imprisoned in the jaws of a beast.

They listened to it together until its echoes died away.

Then what was, perhaps, the most astonishing thing of all, she nodded her head slowly, unperturbed, unterrified.
"You see," she said, "I must go back.

He will not let me stay here.
He must think that you are Everard.