You knew it, Elizabeth!"
She looked down at the tablecloth.
"Yes, I knew it," she admitted, softly.
"Can't you guess what it is to me to see you again like this?" he
continued.
She sighed.
"It is something for me, too, to feel that I have a friend close
at hand."
"Come," he said, "they are turning out the lights here. You want
to know about Wenham's property. Let me come upstairs with you
for a little time and I will tell you as much as I can from
memory."
He paid the bill, helped her on with her cloak. His fingers
seemed like burning spots upon her flesh. They went up in the
lift. In the corridors he drew her to him and she began to
tremble.
"What is there strange about you, Jerry?" she faltered, looking
into his face. "You terrify me!"
"You are glad to see me? Say you are glad to see me?"
"Yes, I am glad," she whispered.
Outside the door of her rooms, she hesitated.
"Perhaps," she suggested, faintly,--"wouldn't it be better if you
came to-morrow morning?"
Once more his fingers touched her and again that extraordinary
sense of fear seemed to turn her blood cold.
"No," he replied, "I have been put off long enough! You must let
me in, you must talk with me for half an hour. I will go then, I
promise. Half an hour! Elizabeth, haven't I waited an eternity
for it?"
He took the keys from her fingers and opened the door, closing it
again behind them. She led the way into the sitting-room.
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