Hugh found himself in a room dimly lighted, carpeted and hung with Saracen rugs. He looked around him—but saw no one. Then, of a sudden, two arms stole around his neck from behind; his head was drawn back.
"So you came, Hugh," a voice whispered softly.
He twisted around, and caught her to him.
"Edith!"
Then he started back.
"St. Cuthbert! 'Tis you!"
Helena Comnena looked at him with eyes still moist and lustrous. Her breast rose and fell.
"Are you so disappointed, Hugh?"
Hugh found himself breathing no less hard.
"Disappointed? Nay. Why would you make me out uncouth? But——"