She heard the words! They woke her from her swoon of joy. “Only Donal Grant!” What less of an only could there be in the world for her! Was he not the messenger who raised the dead!
She tried to speak, but not a word would come. Donal drew back a pace, and sent such a shoulder against the door that it flew to the wall, then fell with a great crash on the floor.
“Where are you, my lady?” he cried.
But still she could not speak.
He began feeling about.
“Not on that terrible bed!” she heard him murmur.
Fear lest in the darkness he should not find her, gave her back her voice.
“I don’t mind it now!” she said feebly.
“Thank God!” cried Donal; “I’ve found you at last!”
Worn out, he sank on his knees, with his head on the bed, and fell a sobbing like a child.