This time he came and opened the door.

When the light of the room fell upon her face he started, and, hardly knowing what he did, crossed the threshold to her, placing his hands upon her two arms, while surprise, joy, alarm, sadness, chased through him by turns.

With Grace it was the same: even in this stress there was the fond fact that they had met again.

Thus they stood, "Long tears upon their faces, waxen white With extreme sad delight." He broke the silence by saying in a whisper, "Come in." "No, no, Giles!" she answered, hurriedly, stepping yet farther back from the door.

"I am passing by--and I have called on you--I won't enter.