His mouth was open and so were his eyes, but Romara could look only at Caryl. She was holding onto the Squire, crying frantically over and over again,
“He might have – killed you! He – might have – killed you!”
It was then that Romara heard the sound of wheels outside the kitchen door.
Almost without realising what she was doing, she looked to see who was arriving.
With a little sound that seemed to be strangled in her throat she ran out the door and into the yard.
The man who was descending from the phaeton had only just reached the ground when she flung herself against him.
“You have – come!” she said, “Oh! Thank – God! I have – wanted – you! I have – wanted you so – desperately!”
She was hanging on to the lapels of his coat with both hands and her face was upturned to his.
Lord
