The figure seemed to sway towards him, though its face was still completely hidden by its scarf and hood.
Robert slipped his strong arm round it, and it nestled on his shoulder.
“Just to think,” murmured Robert, “that this time last week I didn’t know you. You’ve given an entirely new meaning to my life—I feel that everything will be different now. I shall give up all my life to trying to be more worthy of you——”
The figure gave a sudden snort and Robert started.
“Glor! Are you ill?”
The figure hastily emitted a deep groan.
Robert sprang up.
“Glor,” he cried in distress. “I’ll get you some water. I’ll call a doctor. I’ll——”
He fled into the house, where he got a glass of water and actually found a doctor—a very unhappy doctor in a hired Italian costume that was too small for him. When he found the seat empty he turned upon Robert indignantly.
“But she was here,” said the bewildered Robert. “I left her here in the most awful agony. My God, if she’s dead.”