“Tis impossible.—I see. Some wretch told you, and you watched for me.”
“I did not, Lady Alice.”
She burst into tears, and fell back on the couch, with her face turned away. Then, anger reviving, she went on through her sobs:—
“Why did you not leave me where I fell? You had done enough to hurt me without bringing me here.”
And again she fell a-weeping.
Now I found words.
“Lady Alice,” I said, “how could I leave you lying in the moonlight? Before the sun rose, the terrible moon might have distorted your beautiful face.”
“Be silent, sir. What have you to do with my face?”
“And the wind, Lady Alice, was blowing through the corridor windows, keen and cold as the moonlight. How could I leave you?”
“You could have called for help.”