She held out her hand and tried to sit up. Keith took her hand softly, as if it were a rose, and closing his firmly over it, fell on one knee beside her chair.
"Don't try to sit up," he said gently. "I went to Brookford as soon as I heard of it--" he began, and then placed his other hand on hers, covering it with his firm grasp.
"I thought you would," she said simply.
Keith lifted her hand and held it against his cheek. He was silent a moment. What should he say to her? Not only all other women, but all the rest of the world, had disappeared.
"I have come, and I shall not go away again until you go with me."
For answer she hid her face and began to cry softly. Keith knelt with her hand to his lips, murmuring his love.
"I am so glad you have come. I don't know what to do," she said presently.
"You do not have to know. I know. It is decided. I love you--I have always loved you. And no one shall ever come between us. You are mine--mine only." He went on pouring out his soul to her.
