“I'll try.”
He moistened his lips. Why did she seem so strange, so far away? The hovering shadows made him nervous. Always he had been afraid of the dark. His mood now admitted of unreal fancies.
“Have you ever heard of Fay Larkin?” he asked, very low.
“Yes.”
“Was there only one Fay Larkin?”
“Only one.”
“Did you—ever see her?”
“Yes,” came the faint reply.
He was grateful. How she might be breaking faith with creed or duty! He had not dared to hope so much. All his inner being trembled at the portent of his next query. He had not dreamed it would be so hard to put, or would affect him so powerfully. A warmth, a glow, a happiness pervaded his spirit; and the chill, the gloom were as if they had never been.
“Where is Fay Larkin now?” he asked, huskily.