In his mind she had been Sally, and in a moment of tensity he had let it shape on his lips.

She felt the blood racing through her like a mill-dam loosed.
She thought when first she rose to her feet--and it was as though some strong hand had lifted her--that her limbs would refuse obedience.

A moment of emotion, that was passivity itself, obsessed her.

Then she hurried through into the other room, across to the open window where he stood expectant.

There was no thought that it was his bedroom in which they stood--no consideration in her mind of the observance of any narrow laws of propriety.