Jerome looked for a moment at Lucina with no surprise.

In a new world all things may be, and impossibilities become commonplaces.
Then he sprang up, and went close to her.

"Is it you ?" he said, in a sobbing voice.
Lucina looked at him piteously.

She wanted to run away, but her limbs trembled, her little hands twitched in the folds of her muslin skirt.
Jerome saw her trembling, and a soft pink suffusing her fair face, even her sweet throat and her arms, under her thin sleeves.

He knew, with a sudden leap of tenderness, which would have its way in spite of himself, why she was there.