Haldane professed to peer into the embers.
“She is a foreigner,” she remarked.
“Ay, you have her.”
“A maiden with fair hair, a pale soft face, blue eyes, and a clear, gentle voice.”
“That’s it!—where is she?”
“She is still alive.”
“Thanks be to all the saints! Where must I go to find her?”
“The answer is, Stay where you are.”
“Stay! I cannot stay. I must find and succour her.”