“Twice only, before to-day.”
“And you—call her back to herself—as you did just now?”
“Yes.”
They had reached the terrace, and he stood facing her. He searched her eyes with his as he had done before.
“It is not possible,” he said, but the words lacked conviction.
Ruth said nothing. Her eyes were troubled, but they met his steadily.
Then at last North told her. “It might have been Karl von Schäde speaking,” he said.
“Come indoors,” she said gently.
He followed her into the warm rose-scented room and sat down by the fire, shivering. She threw more logs upon it, and the flames shot up, many-hued, rose and amber, sea-green and heliotrope.
“Tell me what you think, what you know,” said North.