For one moment she was sufficiently excited to be on the point of rushing forward and linking her fate with his.

But she could not.

The courage which at the critical instant failed Cleopatra of Egypt could scarcely be expected of Phyllis Grove.
A dark shape, similar to his own, joined him in the highway.

It was Christoph, his friend.

She could see no more; they had hastened on in the direction of the town and harbour, four miles ahead.