It was Edward Severne—all in black, and pale as death; but not paler than her own face turned in a moment.
Indeed, they looked at each other like two ghosts.
CHAPTER XXIV.
ZOE was the first to speak, or rather to gasp. “Why do you come here?”
“Because you are here.”
“And how dare you come where I am?—now your falsehood is found out and flung into my very face!”
“I have never been false to you. At this moment I suffer for my fidelity.”
“You suffer? I am glad of it. How?”
“In many ways: but they are all light, compared with my fear of losing your love.”