“Pelleas!”
The man’s arms circled her. She half crouched in his bosom, her face peering into his.
“Pelleas!”
“At last!”
A great shudder passed through her; her eyes grew big with fear.
“Speak!”
“Igraine.”
“Gorlois?”
“Gorlois is dead.”
Great silence held for a moment. The woman’s head sank down upon the man’s shoulder; madness had passed; her eyes were fixed on his with a wonderful earnestness, a splendid calm.