A shriek-like exclamation burst from him.
"Bertha!"
He raised her still more, so that he could look closer into her features.
"My God, am I dreaming?" he exclaimed, and then, seeing Scarron's surprised face, he continued:
"This lady is my betrothed; but how she came here I cannot say."
Scarron turned his head away, and muttered to himself:
"Poor fellow! He has been deceived. Why will men trust woman? She was false, as they all are."
Although Tempest recognized his betrothed, and his heart naturally wished for her recovery, he dare not stay.
She had swooned, and nature would work her recovery.
He would not neglect his duty, and there was much to be done, or the rich prize would be taken from them.