Don't stand waiting!" The woman departed; and for a space that seemed to her interminable, Enid stood beside the fireplace, motionless with hope, dread, and an almost uncontrollable nervousness.

At last, as in a dream, she saw the door open and the tall, characteristic figure of the Prophet move into the room.
She was vaguely aware that he halted for a moment, as if undecided as to his action, while Norris retired, softly closing the door.

Then, with a sudden leap of the heart, she was conscious that he was coming towards her across the shadowed room.
He moved straight forward until he was close beside her; and, with one of his decisive, imperious gestures, he put out both hands and caught hers.
"It was a case of Mohammed and the mountain!" he said, in his grave voice.

"You wouldn't come to me; I _had_ to come to you." No sound escaped her.

She stood before him mutely, her face paling and flushing, her hands fluttering in his.
There was a slight pause; and again he bent towards her.
"Why have you stayed away ?" She hesitated for a moment, spellbound by her emotion; then, making a sudden effort, she looked up.