There was tense anxiety in the set of his lips, an inordinate anticipation in the keenness of his eyes.

For a space he stood waiting; then, as she made no effort towards response, he stepped to her side.
"Say something!" he exclaimed.

"Speak to me! I am waiting for you to speak." With a low, frightened murmur she drew back, extending her hands, as if to ward him off.
The sound and the movement stung him to action.

With a speed that might have been construed into fear, he came still nearer.
"Enid!" he said.

"Enid!" But again she retreated involuntarily.
"Oh, why did you do it ?" she exclaimed, suddenly, in a faint, shaken voice.