Dick rose and began to feel his way across the room, touching each table and chair as he passed.

Once he caught his foot on a rug, and swore, dropping on his knees to feel what the obstruction might be.

Maisie remembered him walking in the Park as though all the earth belonged to him, tramping up and down her studio two months ago, and flying up the gangway of the Channel steamer.

The beating of her heart was making her sick, and Dick was coming nearer, guided by the sound of her breathing.

She put out a hand mechanically to ward him off or to draw him to herself, she did not know which.