As she turned he took her hand and put it through his arm. For a minute they were silent.
"Two days ago, Lucia," Maurice said "I thought this was an impossibility."
"What!"
"Our being together—as we are now."
"Did you? But you had promised to come if ever we were in trouble."
"Yes. And I meant to keep my word. But I fancied you would never send for me."
"You see," Lucia said, trying to speak lightly, "that we had no other friend to send for."
"Is that so? Was that the only reason?"
"Maurice!"
"Tell me something, Lucia. Did you mean the last sentence of your note?"