It seemed to her that she heard a faint sound in the distance, on the road, and her strength ran out of her like water. She tried to stand up but could not.
Yes, it was the car, approaching. The two glaring headlights swept the white road, stopped, and went out. For an instant the dark mass stood motionless in the starlight. Then something moved, a man's tall figure came up the path.
"Is that you, Marise?" asked Neale's voice.
She had not breath to speak, but all of her being cried out silently to him the question which had had all the day such a desperate meaning for her, "Is that you, Neale?"