“Come in!” he said.
She shook her head mutely, but he took her hand, drew her into the little sitting room at the right, and closed the door after him.
A terrible despair filled her. She had done this incredible thing, come here after him, and now he would despise her!
“Sit down!” he said.
She was glad to do so, for her knees were trembling.
“I couldn’t—” she said unsteadily. “I couldn’t go—I was afraid.”
“Oh, darling!” he cried. He was on his knees beside her chair, with his dark head bent on her arm. “Oh, my darling girl!”
“Douglas!” she breathed, amazed, incredulous.
“I’m so sorry!” he said in a muffled voice. “My darling girl! For you to come here—you little angel! I’m so sorry!”
“I just thought—” she faltered.