She became serious immediately. "It was very strange. I was at a reception with Mr. Cayley. I happened to be sitting on a couch by myself, when—I don’t know how to describe the sensation—but I saw you, or felt you, lying somewhere, on your back. I was so frightened I didn’t know what to do. I knew something had happened, yet I didn’t know where to find you. I gave it up and tried to forget about it, but I couldn’t—it was like a steady pain—then I knew I had to come. It seemed so foolish and vague that I didn’t want to ask Mr. Cayley to go on such a wild-goose chase with me. Father understands me better and if he’d been there I would have brought him along. So I slipped out alone, put on my things and took a car down-town. I seemed to know by instinct where to get off—you should have seen the way the conductors stared at me!—and I turned right down this way, trusting to my intuitions. I seemed to be led directly to the foot of the cliff here where I first called you." "Yes, you called ’Francis,’ didn’t you?" he said, looking up at her in wonder. "Did I? I don’t know what I said—if I did it was as instinctively done as all the rest. We’ll have to go into business together." Her laugh was nervous and excited. He frowned. "Miss Payson, I don’t know how to thank you—it was a splendid thing to do." "Oh, it has been a real adventure—almost my first. But it’s not over yet. I must take you home now. What a sight I am! You, too! Wait—let me clean you off a little." She stooped over him and, with a lace handkerchief, lightly brushed his face free of the dust, wiped the blood away, then, with gentle fingers, smoothed his black hair. Both trembled slightly at the contact. She stopped, embarrassed at her own boldness, then stood more constrained and self-conscious, till the rattling wheels of a carriage were heard. A hack came clattering up over the cobble-stones and drew up at the curb. The driver jumped down from his seat. There were a few words of explanation and direction, then the man and Clytie, one on either side, helped Granthope into the vehicle. She followed and the cab drove off up-town. For a few moments the two sat in silence, side by side. An electric lamp illuminated her face for an instant as the carriage whirled past a corner. Her eyes were shining, her lips half open, as she looked at him. The sight of her, and the excitement of her romantic intervention, made him forget his pain. He felt her spell again, and now with this appearance how much more strongly! There was no denying her magic after such a bewildering manifestation. The event had, also, brought her humanly more near to him—he had felt the strong touch of her hand, her breath on his face—the very disorder of her attire seemed to increase their intimacy. He leaned back to enjoy the full flavor of her charm. He was suddenly aroused by her placid, even voice: