Feeling very weak, he half-raised himself in bed at the moment when the stranger rose from her stooping posture.
"Who are you?" he whispered. "Who are you?"
And a great surprise over came him.
By his side stood a woman, a woman dressed in black, with a lace shawl over her head, covering part of her face. And the woman, as far as he could judge, was young and of a graceful and slender stature.
"Who are you?" he repeated.
"You must come now," said the woman. "There's no time to lose."
"Can I?" asked Lupin, making a desperate effort. "I doubt if I have the strength."
"Drink this."
She poured some milk into a cup; and, as she handed it to him, her lace opened, leaving the face uncovered.
"You!" he stammered. "It's you!... It's you who ... it was you who were...."