She opened her eyes and lips in wonder, and then stood pale and rigid as marble, and made a faint gesture to check his approach. As he halted in astonishment, his joy dying at her look, she whispered hoarsely:
"You! You, of all men? And to-night, of all nights!"
'Twas the night of our setting forth upon her great design of seizing his commander-in-chief.
CHAPTER XII.
Their Interview.
Philip took note, at the time, rather of her look than of her words.
"Why, dear," said he, "don't be frightened. Tis I, Philip—'tis not my ghost."
"Yes, 'tis you—I know that well enough."
"Then—" he began, and stepped toward her.