Chapter 34

It was _not_ Hester. His eyes opened fully as they caught the ebb and flow of flamelight upon something of a lovely clear green. It was a frock--upon a slim, small figure; it _was_ Ross, sitting there, and her bright hair was gorgeous to see in that same shimmering flamelight. He stared and stared, and his heart came into his throat, while she smiled at him, watching him with the narrow, dark-fringed eyes which had haunted his thoughts since he had first seen them. "How do you do?" said the voice he remembered, and…