"Alwynne!" he exclaimed.
She cowered. He exclaimed again, astonished and not a little alarmed——
"Alwynne! Are you ill? What on earth has happened?"
She flung up her head, staring.
"Roger?" she said incredulously.
Then her face began to work. He never forgot the expression of relief that flowed across it. It was like the breaking up of a frozen pool.
"Why, it's you!" cried Alwynne. "It's you! It's only you!" The flowers dropped lingeringly from her slack hands, and she swayed where she stood. He crossed hastily to her and she clung helplessly to his arm. She looked dazed and stupid.
"Of course it is," he said. "Who did you think it was?"
Alwynne looked at him.
"Louise," she said, "I thought it was Louise. She's come before, but never in the daytime. A ghost can't walk in the daytime. But this place is so dark, she might think it was night here, don't you think?"