"Konni! Konni!" she cried louder. Foot-passengers who went by offered her their umbrellas, others mimicked her, and called out too, "Konni! Konni!" Then at last the restless shadow came to a standstill. One of the windows was opened.
"Lilly, is it you?" he asked, in a voice hoarse with alarm.
"Now here you are at last, my sweetest Konni," answered, instead of Lilly, an exhilarated gentleman who insisted on holding his umbrella over her.
"My God!"
Upstairs it became dark, and a few moments later he was standing with the lamp and door-key in his hand at the glass entrance-door.
The exhilarated gentleman took his leave, with repeated bows.
"Lilly, what has happened? What are you doing here?"
She crouched trembling against the doorway. She could not speak. She had only one sensation--that she was with him now, and all would be well.
He felt her clothes.
"You are wet through!... You have only house-shoes on! My God, Lilly!"