"Sue is right, dearest. Your nerves were altogether unstrung. You were overstrained and off your balance for the time being."
"Had—had you noticed anything, Paul?"
"Everything. It was that which made me fear—and follow you."
"At night I hardly slept at all. And, I couldn't eat; I loathed food. I may tell you all this, mayn't I? It just kills me to keep things to myself; doing that was what, I think, began it all."
"You shall tell me everything," said he.
"Well, but Paul," after an interlude, "there is still a mystery; what are you doing here? And was it not the strangest thing our meeting here?"
He smiled. "Not so very strange, seeing that this is my usual walk about this hour."
"Your—what did you say?—your 'usual' walk?"
"Look, Leo." He drew her along to the opening of the vista she had passed before, and pointed to the mansion beyond, now glistening in the setting sun. "That is my home—and yours."