Miss Erith stood beside his bed, wearing her life-suit.
"Kay! Are you awake?'
"Yes."
"Then put on your life-suit. Our destroyers are firing at something.
Quick, please, I'll help you!"
Dazed, shaken, still mazed by the magic of his dream, not yet clear of its beauty and its passion, he stumbled to his feet in the obscurity. And he felt her chilled hand aiding him.
"Eve—I—thought—"
"What?"
"I thought your name—was Eve—" he stammered. "I've been—dreaming."
Then was a silence as he fumbled stupidly with his clothing and life-suit. The sounds of the guns, rapid, distinct, echoed through the unsteady obscurity.
She helped him as a nurse helps a convalescent, her swift, cold little fingers moving lightly and unerringly. And at last he was equipped, and his mind had cleared darkly of the golden vision of love and spring.