"Justin——"
He emerged from the shadows. "I didn't dare to hope I should see you. I ran away from the yacht club dance—and I'm due back there now. But I wanted you. I think I must have wished so hard that I wished you here. I wouldn't ring for fear I should wake poor Miss Matthews."
His eager whisper met no like response. "You shouldn't have come," she said, dully.
He bent down to look at her. Under the light from the street lamp he could see the disorder of her fair hair, the frightened look in her eyes.
"Dear one—what is it?"
"You mustn't call me that. Did you get my letter?"
"Yes. That's why I came—I knew that by this time you would have written to Anthony—that you were—free——"
"But I haven't written to Anthony."
"You haven't? Wasn't that the letter you just mailed?"
"No—I was mailing a letter to you——"