Suddenly the yells became articulate, resolved into words: "Anne! Anne! Anne!" in terrible crescendo.
She sprang up with a sharp cry.
But on the instant the man beside her spoke.

"Anne, you are not to go." She paused irresolute.

"I must! I must! He is calling me!" "You are not to go," he reiterated, and for the first time she heard the dominant note in his voice.

"Come here, child! Come close to me! It will soon be over." Her irresolution passed like a cloud.

She looked down, saw his blue eyes shining straight up at her, kind still, but compelling.