In another moment it drew lumberingly up.

A man from the hotel advanced with an umbrella; a young lady was helped out who, standing one moment in the full glare of the lights thrown upon her from the open door, showed him the face and form he knew so well and loved--yes, loved for all her mystery, as he knew by the wild beating of his heart, and the irresistible impulse he felt to rush down and receive her in his arms, to her great terror doubtless, but to his own boundless satisfaction and delight.

But strong as the temptation was, he did not yield to it.

Something in her attitude, as she stood there, talking earnestly to the driver, held him spellbound and alert.

All was not right; there was passion in her movements and in her voice.