The sight caused so much trembling in his heart that he could not restrain a start in flight.
Andrea lifted her eyes and rose like a galvanised corpse, with a loud scream; breathlessly she clung to her brother’s neck.
“Yes, Philip, you!” she panted, and force quitted her before she could speak more.
“Yes, I who return to find you ill,” he said, embracing and sustaining her for he felt her yield. “Poor sister, what has happened you?”
Andrea laughed with a nervous tone which hurt him instead of encouraging as she intended.
“Nothing: the doctor whom the Dauphiness kindly sent me, says it is nothing he can remedy. I am quite well save for some fainting fits which came over me.”
“But you are so pale?”
“Did I ever have much color?”
“No, but you were alive at that time, while now—— ”
“It is nothing: the pleasant shock of seeing you again—— ”