She hardly knew what happened next, only that Koenig seemed to be muttering confused explanations below, and that she was back in her sitting-room giving a glance into the looking-glass and doing something with her hair. Then there was a step on the stairs, on the landing, at the threshold, and she fell back a few paces from the door, that she might see him as he came in. He knocked. Her heart was beating so violently that she had to keep her hand over it. “Who's there?” “It is I.” “Who's I?” Then she saw him coming down on her, and the very sunlight seemed to wave like the shadows on a ship. He was paler and thinner, his great eyes looked weary though they smiled, his hand felt bony though firm, and his head was closely cropped. She looked at him for a moment without speaking and with a sensation of fulness at her heart that was almost choking her. “Is it you? I didn't know it was you--I was just thinking----” She was talking at random, and was out of breath as if she had been running. “Glory, I have frightened you!” “Frightened? Oh, no! Why should you think so? Perhaps I am crying, but then I'm always doing that nowadays. And, besides, you are so----” “Yes, I am altered,” he said in the pause that followed. “And I?” “You are altered too.” He was looking at her with an earnest and passionate gaze. It was she--herself--Glory--not merely a vision or a dream. Again he recognised the glorious eyes with their brilliant lashes and the flashing spot in one of them that had so often set his heart beating. She looked back at him and thought, “How ill he must have been!” and then a lump came into her throat and she began to laugh that she might not have to cry, and broke out into broad Manx lest he should hear the tremor in her voice: “But you're coming too, aren't ye? And you've left that theer--Aw, it's glad ter'ble I am, as our people say, and it's longin' mortal you'd be for all, boy.” Another trill of nervous laughter, and then a burst of earnest English: “But tell me, you've come for good--you are not going back to----” “No, I am not going back to the Brotherhood, Glory.” How friendly his low voice sounded! “And you?” “Well, I've left the hospital, you see.” “Yes, I see,” he said. His weary eyes were wandering about the room, and for the first time she felt ashamed of its luxuries and its flowers. “But how did you find me?” “I went to the hospital first----” “So you hadn't forgotten me? Do you know I thought you had quite--But tell me at once, where did you go then?” He was silent for a moment, and she said, “Well?” “Then I went to Mr. Drake's chambers.” “I don't know why everybody should think that Mr. Drake----” His great eyes were fixed on her face and his mouth was quivering, and, to prevent him from speaking, she put on a look of forced gaiety and said, “But how did you light on me at last?”