A few moments later Kendal's step was heard in the corridor.
Dorothy sprang eagerly to meet him, and threw her arms impulsively around his neck.
Was it only her fancy, or did he draw back from the usual caress as though he did not care to receive it?
Oh! surely not. Since this horrible blindness had come upon her, her imagination was running riot against her judgment. The one great fear of her life was that he might cease to love her, now that this great affliction had come upon her, and she noted every word, every action, and every touch of his dear hand, and weighed it over in her mind, for hours at a time, when she found herself alone.
God pity her if that love should ever fail her!
"Shall Miss Vincent see me soon, Harry?" she asked, nestling her head against his shoulder, her little hands seeking his.
"Very soon now," he responded. Was it her fancy, or did even his voice seem changed?
"Do you like her?" asked Dorothy, wistfully.
"Like her?" he cried. "Why, she is charming!"
"Is she fair of face?" asked Dorothy, slowly.