“Is it Mr. Cole?” came in an eager whisper through her tears.
“Yes! yes! I was outside the window. I heard everything.”
“They will hear you!” she cried softly, in a steadier voice.
“No-listen!” They were quarrelling. Rattray's voice was loud and angry. “They cannot hear,” I continued, in more cautious tones; “they think I'm in bed and asleep half-a-mile away. Oh, thank God! I'll get you away from them; trust me, my love, my darling!”
In my madness I knew not what I said; it was my wild heart speaking. Some moments passed before she replied.
“Will you promise to do nothing I ask you not to do?”
“Of course.”
“My life might answer for it—”
“I promise—I promise.”
“Then wait—hide—watch my light. When you see it back in the window, watch with all your eyes! I am going to write and then throw it out. Not another syllable!”