“It was very noticeable,” he admitted. “She was terrified. She dragged me out of the place. A few minutes later she fainted in the cab.”
Elizabeth smiled.
“Beatrice was always over-sensitive,” she remarked. “Any sudden shock unnerved her altogether. Are you terrified of me, too, Mr. Tavernake?”
“I don't know,” he answered, frankly. “Sometimes I think that I am.”
She laughed softly.
“Why?” she whispered.
He looked into her eyes and he felt abject. How was it possible to sit within a few feet of her and remain sane!
“You are so wonderful,” he said, in a low tone, “so different from any one else in the world!”
“You are glad that you met me, then—that you are here?” she asked.
He raised his eyes once more.