She was in his arms and he was leaning over her, his mouth close to her face.
"Cary!" he whispered.
Down the long hall, through the silence of the deserted rooms, came the voice.
"Cary! Where are you? Cary!"
She wrenched herself out of Trevelyan's arms.
"You are a coward!" she said slowly.
A wild tide of passion leaped up in Trevelyan.
"How dare you call me a coward," he said, and his lips could hardly articulate, "If you were not a woman—" he choked and his voice died away.
Cary moved nearer to the door. Once, she turned her pale face and looked at Trevelyan. Trevelyan stood rigid and mute where she had left him, the knuckles of one hand pressed to his mouth. She faltered.
"Cary! Cary! Where are you?"