'I want you to let me see Cicely. Just one minute. Let her say. I can't—I can't—leave it like this!'
'You promised——'
'That I wouldn't try to see her. But I can come to you can't I? That's fair, isn't it?'
Madame Watt sighed again.
Suddenly Henry leaped forward; caught himself; stepped back; cried out, in a passionately suppressed voice:—
'There she is! Now!'
Cicely was crossing the hall toward the stairs. They could see her through the doorway.
She went up as far as the first landing, a few steps up; then, a hand on the railing, she hesitated and slowly turned her head.
'Will you ask her to come!' Henry moaned. 'Ask her! Let her say! Don't break our hearts like this!'
Madame raised her hand.