“Not much,” the stranger replied.
“Suppose we take her there, then. And I think the best way to do it would be thus, if you don’t mind joining hands with me.”
“Not in the least; I am glad to assist.”
Making a kind of cradle, by clasping their hands crosswise under the inanimate woman, they lifted her, and walked on side by side down a path indicated by the stranger, who appeared to know the locality well.
“I had been sitting in the church for nearly an hour,” Knight resumed, when they were out of the churchyard. “Afterwards I walked round to the site of the fallen tower, and so found her. It is painful to think I unconsciously wasted so much time in the very presence of a perishing, flying soul.”
“The tower fell at dusk, did it not? quite two hours ago, I think?”
“Yes. She must have been there alone. What could have been her object in visiting the churchyard then?
“It is difficult to say.” The stranger looked inquiringly into the reclining face of the motionless form they bore. “Would you turn her round for a moment, so that the light shines on her face?” he said.
They turned her face to the moon, and the man looked closer into her features. “Why, I know her!” he exclaimed.
“Who is she?”