For an instant; then the instinct to shield her mother won the day, and with fascinated eyes she watched the legs of a man drop through the aperture, watched a body follow, and--and at last a face! Claude's face! But changed.

Even while she sank gasping against the wall--for the surprise was too much for her--even while he took the lamp from her shaking hand and supported her, and relief and joy began to run like wine through her veins, she knew it.

The forceful look, the tightened lips, the eyes gleaming with determination--all were new to her.

They gave him an aspect so old, so strange, that when he had kissed her once she put him from her.
"What is it ?" she said.

"Oh, Claude! What is it?
What has happened ?" Letting a smile appear--but such a smile as did not reassure her--he signed to her to go before him downstairs.