"I--I was afraid." Her voice was so low and shaken that the words were a mere whisper.
"Afraid?
Afraid of what ?" She made no answer.
"Of what?
Of Bale-Corphew ?" He gave a slight, sarcastic laugh.
"No!" She looked up sharply.

"Oh no!" "Then of what?
Of me ?" His voice suddenly sank, and the pressure of his fingers tightened.
"No! Oh, I don't know! I don't know!" With a tremulous gesture she tried to withdraw her hands.
At the movement, he suddenly drew her towards him.

"Tell me!" he said.
"I want to know.

I must know!" For the first time since he had entered the room, her glance rested fully on his face.

The light was uncertain, but as her gaze concentrated itself, a new look--a look of wonder and alarm--sprang across her eyes.
In the seven days since they had spoken together, a change had fallen on him.