Yes, it was Emily herself.
'You were coming to see me ?' she asked.
Love in a woman's voice--what cynicism so perdurable that it will bear against that assailant?
In the dusk, he put her gloved hand against his lips, and the touch made him once more noble.
'I had meant to, beautiful, but it seemed too late, and I was just on the point of turning back.

You always appear to me when I most need you.' 'You wanted to speak to me, Wilfrid ?' 'When do I not?
My life seems so thin and poor; only your breath gives it colour.

Emily, I shall ask so much of you.

I have lost all faith in myself; you must restore it.' They stood close to each other, hand in hand, looking down at the dark flow.
'If I had not met you, Wilfrid,' she said, or whispered, 'I think my end must have been there--there, below us.

I have often come here at night.
It is always a lonely place, and at high tide the water is deep.' His hand closed upon hers with rescuing force.
'I am carrying a letter,' Emily continued, 'that I was going to post before I went in.