Somehow, as she did it, she had a feeling she would like to clasp a man's head to her breast where the rose was--one of those wild thoughts that come to the sanest woman at times.

She was captured by the excitement in which she had moved during the past month--far more now than she had been in all the fight itself.
There came a knock at the outer door, and before that of her own room opened, she recognized the step of the visitor.

So it was Tarboe had come.

He remembered that day in the street when he met Junia, and was shown there were times when a woman could not be approached with emotion.

He had waited till the day he knew she was alone, for he had made a friend of her servant by judicious gifts of money.
"I hope you're glad to see me," he said with an uncertain smile, as he saw her surprise.
"I hope I am," she replied, and motioned him to a seat.