"Harry," said the other. "Don't speak a word."
Saying this, he reached out his hand and took hers. This was intended merely to soothe her and to reassure her, for fear that she might be startled.
"I knew you would come to me," said Katie, in a rapid and joyous whisper; "and here you are—you dear, good boy!"
At this Harry's heart beat with a rapture that was positive pain.
"I had to come. I could not keep away," he whispered.
"I was just dreaming that you were with me," whispered Katie, "and it all seems so awfully natural. But won't the others see you?"
"H-s-s-s-s-sh!" said Harry. "They're all sound asleep."
Katie now raised herself up on her elbow, while Harry remained kneeling on the floor.
"I think it's so lovely," she said. "It's so awfully nice, and jolly, and all that—in this mysterious old castle; and here, lo and behold! you come popping in upon one just like a romance."
"H-s-s-s-s-sh! you mustn't speak."