She turned in the path; when she came again where she could see the cliffs, he was not there.
When she entered the palace, Regan was reading in the library. A new supply of the works of the bird people had just been sent in from the printing establishment and Regan was delighted with some of the productions.
“Look at these books, Rondah. Here is one in particular which is remarkable.”
He placed the book in Rondah’s hand.
“How long,” said Rondah, “have you been back?”
“I have not been out to-day!”
Rondah opened the book slowly, thinking, but, when she had thought, the red and gold volume fell from her nerveless hands; she sank upon a couch before the hearth and looked at the floor.
“Were not you on the cliff?”
“I? Certainly not!”
“Some one was there—a man! I thought it was you!”