She half turned her face, pale and dreamy.
“Well?”
“Is it really you? How did you come here? Am I dreaming?”
“It is I,” she said, in her low, musical voice.
“But—but,” he said, “how did you come here? I did not know you were in London. I have been looking for you.”
Her heart gave a great leap. He had been looking for her.
“I have been searching for you everywhere, Una. Did you think I should not come back? I went to Warden——”
“Yes,” she said eagerly.
“And I found the cottage shut up and your people gone.”
“Gone?”