“I came to—to see you again——”
His eyes were still searching the darkness around them.
“Who told you to come here?”
“No one,” she lied. “I followed you.”
“Who saw you come? You heard?”
“Yes——” slowly. “O Cyril—I can’t let you go from me like this——”
She put her face to her hands and felt his arms enfold her. She trembled, but in this weakness a new kind of strength came to her. “I want you to come with me away—away from all this—for me—for England. It’s my last appeal—you must not refuse it. I—I want you so, Cyril, as it used to be.”
She felt his lips gently touch her brow and heard his whisper,
“God bless you!”