His frantic barking told her that she had been heard, and then through the window came once more the music of the loved voice.
"Be patient. I am coming."
She could not understand why he did not come through the door instead of standing beneath the window, and it seemed stranger still, that after a little while all grew silent again. But her confidence never wavered, and in the darkness she knelt there patiently, knowing that he would not forsake her.
It seemed a very long time before Hero's bark greeted her once more, and, turning toward the window, a lingering zigzag flash of lightning showed her Douglass Lindsay's face, as he climbed in, followed by the dog.
"Regina! where are you?"
"Oh, here I am!"
He stood on one of the seats, swinging a lantern in his hand, and as she spoke he sprang toward her.
Still clutching the altar railing with one hand, she knelt, with her white suffering face upturned piteously to him, and stooping he threw his arms around her and clasped her to his heart.
"My darling, God has been merciful to you and me!"
She stole one arm up about his neck, and clung to him, while for the first time he kissed her cheek and brow.