There he was again! Summoning all her courage she went forward, uncertain even now what she meant to say.
The shadowy figure had turned. It was coming towards her. Then—with a start of recognition she stopped dead.
‘Keith!’ she exclaimed softly, and could have laughed aloud in her relief.
‘Helen—what are you doing out here?’ he asked, an odd thrill in his low voice.
‘What are you doing?’ she retorted. ‘Frightening me out of my life! I saw a suspicious-looking shadow; and—don’t laugh at me—I thought it might be a spy.’
‘And you came down to tackle him alone! Just like you. Supposing it had been?’
‘Oh—thank goodness it’s not! But don’t you ever give me away.’ Helen’s laugh ended in an involuntary shiver.
‘Cold?’ he asked quickly.
‘No—no. Let’s walk a little and feel normal.’
He moved on beside her, anxious, yet deeply content. Then: ‘Helen,’ he said suddenly, ‘if you’re going to let things get on your nerves like this, you’ll be done for. Your best chance is to take up some absorbing war-work; the harder the better.’