“I did not come,” she faltered. “It was my sister Anna. I had left Paris.”
He passed his hand wearily over his forehead.
“That is where I got confused,” he said. “I opened my eyes, and she was bending over my bedside. Then, I thought, she has repented, all will be well. So I made haste and recovered. I came to London to look for you, and somehow the figure I saw in my dreams had got mixed up with you. Your sister! Great God, how like she is to what you were!”
Annabel looked around her nervously.
“These are her rooms,” she said. “Soon she will return.”
“The sooner the better,” he answered. “I must explain to her. Annabel, I cannot believe it. I have found you.”
His eyes were burning. He advanced a step towards her. She held out both her hands.
“No, no,” she cried. “You frighten me!”
He smiled at her indulgently.