“And you also,” he answered somberly.
With a wild little laugh she bent nearer into the circle of light.
“I have dreamt we might meet like this—through the dark—both so different.”
Her words trailed off, she put out her hands.
“Take away the light—I cannot look at you.”
She slipped from the chair to her knees.
“What have I done—what have I done!”
“Why, you should know—you have done what you set out to do.”
In a tone of numb despair she repeated: “What have I done—what have I done?”
Lord Stair set the candle on the table.