Heigh-ho! Good-bye." And then once more, for the sweetest faintest flower of all: "Only, I say--see here!" She had framed the whole picture with a squareness that included also the image of how again she would decline to "see there," decline, as she might say, to see anywhere, see anything.

Yet it befell that just in the fury of this escape she saw more than ever.
He came back one night with a rush, near the moment of their closing, and showed her a face so different and new, so upset and anxious, that almost anything seemed to look out of it but clear recognition.

He poked in a telegram very much as if the simple sense of pressure, the distress of extreme haste, had blurred the remembrance of where in particular he was.
But as she met his eyes a light came; it broke indeed on the spot into a positive conscious glare.

That made up for everything, since it was an instant proclamation of the celebrated "danger"; it seemed to pour things out in a flood.

"Oh yes, here it is--it's upon me at last! Forget, for God's sake, my having worried or bored you, and just help me, just _save_ me, by getting this off without the loss of a second!" Something grave had clearly occurred, a crisis declared itself.