All at once he heard a laugh behind him--a hail.
He wheeled about, trembling and spent. Out his arms went, in eager greeting. For the girl, laughing and flushed, and very beautiful, was coming down the stair at the end of the hall.
Never had the engineer beheld a sight so wonderful to him as this woman, clad in the Bengal robe; this girl who smiled and ran to meet him.
“What? Were you frightened?” she asked, growing suddenly serious, as he stood there speechless and pale. “Why--what could happen to me here?”
His only answer was to take her in his arms and whisper her name. But she struggled to be free.
“Don't! you mustn't!” she exclaimed. “I didn't mean to alarm you. Didn't even know you were here!”
“I heard the shots--I called--you didn't answer. Then--”
“You found me gone? I didn't hear you. It was nothing, after all. Nothing--much!”
He led her back into the room.
“What happened? Tell me!”