“Myra, my darling,” I cried as I reached her, and took her in my arms, “what is it, dearest? For God’s sake tell me—what is it?”
“Oh, Ronnie, dear,” she said, “I don’t know, darling. I don’t understand.” Her voice broke as she lifted her beautiful face to me. I looked into those wonderful eyes, and they gazed back at me with a dull, meaningless stare. She stretched out her arm to grasp my hand, and her own hand clutched aimlessly on my collar.
In a flash I realised the hideous truth.
Myra was blind!
CHAPTER IV.
THE BLACK BLOW.
“Oh, Ronnie, darling,” Myra asked, in a pitiful voice that went to my heart. “What can it mean? I—I—I can’t see—anything at all.”
“It’s the sun, darling; it will be all right in a minute or two. There, lie in my arms, dear, and close your poor eyes. It will be all right soon, dearest.”