He had stopped stock-still on seeing her.
"I am glad you have come, Braden," she said, letting her hand fall to her side.

Either he had ignored it or was too dismayed to notice it at all.
"Mr.Thorpe has waited long and patiently for you.

I am glad you have come." He was staring at her, transfixed.

There was no change in her appearance.
She was just as he had seen her on that last, never-to-be-forgotten day,--the same tall, slender, beautiful Anne.

And yet, as he stared, he saw something in her eyes that had not been there before: the shadow of fear.
"I must see him immediately," said he, and was at once conscious of a regret that he had not first said something kind to her.