So, with a quiet, slow step she walked back through the long corridor. About half-way she met the other. He stopped and started back.
“Miss Potts!” he exclaimed, in surprise.
It was the voice of Philips.
“Ah, Philips,” said she, quietly, “I am walking about for exercise and amusement. I can not sleep. Don’t be startled. It’s only me.”
Philips stood like one paralyzed.
“Don’t be cast down,” he said at last, in a trembling voice. “You have friends, powerful friends. They will save you.”
“What do you mean?” asked Beatrice, in wonder.
“Never mind,” said Philips, mysteriously. “It will be all right. I dare not tell. But cheer up.”
“What do you mean by friends?”
“You have friends who are more powerful than your enemies, that’s all,” said Philips, hurriedly. “Cheer up.”