"Agatha? You!"
"Yes, yes. I have only a moment—but I must speak to you. After you went, Dr. Darkham came; he had seen you, and—-"
"Wait a moment!" His voice was stern. "Give me your hands. You must come in and tell me all." The window was very close to the ground, and she sprang to his side easily.
She was now in the room, but so great was her nervous agitation that she never once glanced round her to see what kind it was. Her lover's room. And yet she never looked at it. She thought only of him.
"Jack! I could not help coming. I felt I should tell you."
"My darling girl! But what—-"
With her head upon his breast, she told him all—her hatred, her suspicions, her fears.
Dillwyn, holding her close to his heart, laughed a little. Her fears—her sweet, sweet fears!—that were all for him.
"You may laugh," said she; "and I am glad you do. Somehow it makes me feel less frightened. But, still, be on your guard. Do, Jack. I dread that man."
"Say you hate him. That will satisfy me more," said Dillwyn, "though I don't think even Mrs. Greatorex could make you be false to me now. My poor, poor little heart! Fancy your coming all this way to tell me to take care of myself!"