his head turned giddy and he could neither hear nor
see.

When Glory saw him standing by the lamp, with his deadly pale face, she
stood a moment in speechless astonishment, and passed her hand across her
eyes as if to wipe out a vision. After that she clutched at a chair and
made a faint cry.

"Oh, is it you?" she said in a voice which she strove to control. "How
you frightened me! Whoever would have thought of seeing you here!"

He was trying to answer, but his tongue would not obey him, and his
silence alarmed her.

"I suppose Liza let you in--where _is_ Liza?"

"Gone to bed," he said in a thick voice.

"And Rosa--have you seen Rosa?"

"No."

"Of course not! How could you? She must be at the office, and won't be
back for hours. So you see we are quite alone!"

She did not know why she said that, and, in spite of the voice which she
tried to render cheerful, her lip trembled. Then she laughed, though
there was nothing to laugh at, and down at the bottom of her heart she
was afraid. But she began moving about, trying to make herself easy and
pretending not to be alarmed.

"Well, won't you help me off with my cloak? No? Then I must do it for
myself I suppose."

Throwing off her outer things, she walked across the room and sat down on
the sofa near to where he stood.

"How tired I am! It's been such a day! Once is enough for that sort of
thing, though! Now where do you think I've been?"

"I know where you've been, Glory--I saw you there."

"You? Really? Then perhaps it _was_ you who----Was it you in the hollow?"

"Yes."

He had moved to avoid contact with her, but now, standing by the
mantelpiece looking into her face, he could not help recognising in the
fashionable woman at his feet the features of the girl once so dear to
him, the brilliant eyes, the long lashes, the twitching of the eyelids,
and the restless movement of the mouth. Then the wave of tenderness came
sweeping over him again and he felt as if the ground were slipping
beneath his feet.

"Will you say your prayers to-night. Glory?" he said.

"Why not?" she answered, trying to laugh.

"Then why not say them now, my child?"

"But why?"

He had made her tremble all over, but she got up, walked straight across
to him, looked intently into his face for a moment, and then said: "What
is the matter? Why are you so pale? You are not well, John!"

"No, I'm not well either." he answered.

"John, John, what does it all mean? What are you