And now, as he looked at her, he saw that her cheeks were suffused, all at once, with a warm and vivid color. "Hoped?" said Barnabas, wondering.
"And—prayed!" she whispered.
"Then, you expected me? You knew I should come?"
"Yes, Barnabas. I—I hoped you would see my—letter to Ronald—that was why I wrote it! And I prayed that you might come—"
"Why?"
"Because I—oh, Barnabas, I'm afraid!"
"You were going to—Chichester?"
"Yes, Barnabas."
"You don't—love him, do you?"
"Love him!" she repeated, "Oh, God!"