Some one was holding her--it was almost like lying back in a chair--and against her cheek she could feel the soft warmth of fur.
"Sara--beloved!" It was Garth's voice, quite close to her ear.

He was holding her in his arms.
Ah! She knew now! They were on the island together, and he had just asked her if she cared.

Of course she cared! It was sheer happiness to lie in his arms, with closed eyes, and hear his voice--that deep, unhappy voice of his--grow suddenly so incredibly soft and tender.
"You're mine, now, sweet! Mine to hold just for this once, dear of my heart!" No, that couldn't be right, after all, because it wasn't Garth who loved her.

He had only pretended to care for her by way of amusing himself.

It must be Tim who was talking to her--Tim, whom she was going to marry.
Then, suddenly, the mists cleared quite away, and Sara came back to full consciousness and to the knowledge of where she was and of what had happened.
Her first instinct, to open her eyes and speak, was checked by a swift, unexpected movement on the part of Garth.