“Sisily, Sisily!” he cried. “Oh, Sisily, I have found you!”
Chapter XXVI
He saw her white face sharply uplifted in the darkness, and caught the startled gleam of her dark eyes. Then she recognized him.
“You!” she breathed. “Oh, Charles, how did you find me?”
“It was chance, Sisily—but no, it was something deeper and stranger than chance.” He spoke in a tone of passionate conviction. “I have been walking London day and night, seeking for you. I felt sure I should find you sooner or later. I had given up hope for tonight, though. It was so late—so late—” The tumult of his feelings checked his utterance.
“I dare not go out earlier,” she whispered.
That was a reminder which brought him back sharply to the reality of things. He looked anxiously around him in the dark and empty street. In the vulgar expression they were both “wanted”—wanted by the police. The danger was doubled now that they were together. That was a freezing thought which had not occurred to him during his search for her. It occurred to him now.
“I wonder where we could go and talk in safety?” he murmured—“and decide what is best to do.”
“We might go to where I am staying,” she unexpectedly suggested. “It is at the end of this street.”