The ejaculations of Jeanne attracted yet another ear farther within the house.

A moment later Dunwody saw pass before the door a figure which he recognized, a face which called the blood to his own face.

An instant later, forgetting everything, he was at the door, had her hands in his own.
"It is you!" he exclaimed.

"How does it happen?
It is impossible!" Her face had more color than for days.

"Yes, it is unexpected," she said simply, at last.