She turned to him a white terror-haunted face, gazed at him for a second like one dazed, and then with a low cry of welcome came quickly toward him.

Chayne caught her outstretched hands and all his joy at her welcome lay dead at the sight of her distress.
"Sylvia!" he exclaimed in distress.

He was hurt by it as he had never thought to be hurt.
"I am afraid!" she said, in a trembling whisper.

He drew her toward him and she yielded.

She stood close to him and very still, touching him, leaning to him like a frightened child.