"Gloria!" He reached the platform, ran toward her. "Are you all right?" Coming up he knelt and took her in his arms.
"Yes."
"What was the matter? Why did you leave?" he queried anxiously.
"I had to—there was something"—she paused and a flicker of uneasiness lashed at her mind—"there was something sitting on me—here." She put her hand on her breast. "I had to go out and get away from it."
"What do you mean by 'something'?"
"I don't know—that man Hull—"
"Did he bother you?"
"He came to my door, drunk. I think I'd gotten sort of crazy by that time."
"Gloria, dearest—"
Wearily she laid her head upon his shoulder.