"It was the hand I saw upon your window-sill last night. It was the same ring—a scarlet signet ring. I could swear to it."
She gave a little moan and her whole weight lay upon his arm. In the rush of people and the clamor of voices around, they were almost unobserved. He passed his arm around her, and even in that moment of wild excitement he was conscious of a nameless joy which seemed to set his heart leaping. He led her back through the restaurant and into one of the smaller rooms of the hotel. He found her an easy-chair and stood over her.
"You won't leave me?" she begged.
He held her hand tightly.
"Not until you send me away!"
CHAPTER VII
"ROSARIO IS DEAD!"
Fenella never became absolutely unconscious. She was for some time in a state apparently of intense nervous prostration. Her breath was coming quickly, her eyes and her fingers seemed to be clinging to his as though for support. Her touch, her intimate presence, her reliance upon him, seemed to Arnold to infect the very atmosphere of the place with a thrill of the strangest excitement.
"You think that he is dead?" she faltered once.