Chapter 59

She raised her head with a quick gesture. “You seem delighted at the idea,” she said, but bit her lip and trembled as his eyes met hers. Then sudden fear came over her and she sprang up, staring into the gathering shadows. “Are you cold?” he said. But she only answered, “Oh dear, oh dear, it is late—so late! I must go—good-night.” She gave him her gloved hand a moment and then withdrew it with a start. “What is it?” he insisted. “Are you frightened?” She looked at him strangely. “No—no—not frightened,—you are very …