“Miss Vizard?” said she.
Zoe took a step toward her and said, with astonishment, “Mademoiselle Klosking!”
The ladies looked at each other, and Zoe saw something strange was coming; for the Klosking was very pale, yet firm, and fixed her eyes upon her as if there was nothing else in sight.
“You have a visitor—Mr. Severne?”
“Yes,” said Zoe, drawing up.
“Can I speak with him?”
“He will answer for himself. EDWARD!”
At her call Severne came out hastily behind Ina Klosking.
She turned, and they faced each other.
“Ah!” she cried; and in spite of all, there was more of joy than any other passion in the exclamation.