"Wait a minute! But—no, it's impossible! It can't be!" she cried, excitedly. Dr. Chennel tactfully stepped back to the opposite side of the little room.
"Little Jenny Wren!" whispered Noel.
"Noel! Noel! You!" she cried, clutching his arm and looking hungrily up into his face.
"Yes, it's Noel!" he smiled. She seized his hand and pressed it again and again to her cheek.
"Oh, thank God! Thank God!" she sobbed. "I'm no longer alone! Noel! Noel! Noel!"
"Are you really as glad as all that to see me again, Jennie Wren?" he whispered, tenderly. He sat on the arm of the chair and she clung to him as if she were afraid he might disappear as suddenly as he had come.
"Noel! Noel! Pity me! Pity me!" she sobbed.
He gently laid his fingers across her lips.
"Don't talk of pity!" he whispered. "Everything is forgotten!"
"Ah! As if I could ever forget!" she moaned.