She made a movement to release her hand as she recovered from the dizziness which had seized her.
“Better put up your veil, dear,” said Harry gently. “I’m sure it is you.”
“Please!” pleaded Patience. The word was scarcely audible.
“Put up your veil,” he persisted.
When she complied, he gazed into her deep, dark eyes and stroked her hand tenderly.
“Did you think I could be in the same room with you and not know you? Oh, my dear—”
“No, Harry, no!” protested Patience, withdrawing her hand.
“If you knew how long and patiently I’ve searched for you, I don’t think you could be so unkind.”
“It’s the only safe way,” she replied, stepping away from him and clutching the back of a chair.
“Why?” he asked as he went close to her again.