The following day at five o’clock when Phillis rang, he opened the door for her. Hardly had she entered when she was about to throw herself into his arms as usual, with a quickness that told how happy she was to see him. But he checked her with his hand.
“What is the matter?” she asked paralyzed and full of fears.
“Nothing; or, at least nothing much.”
“Against me?”
“Certainly not, dear one.”
“You are ill?”
“No, not ill, but I must take precautions which prevent me from embracing you. I will explain; do not be uneasy, it is not serious.”
“Quick!” she cried, examining him, and trying to anticipate his thought.
“You have something to tell me?”
“Yes, good news. But I beg of you, speak first; do not leave me in suspense.”