"Don't look so--so--frightened.

This is my room and you are safe here." He held her hands tight, staring into the wonderful, violet eyes that were looking at him with the frank and unembarrassed directness of a child's.

"I--I don't understand," he struggled.

"Marette, where is Kedsty ?" "He should be returning very soon." "And he knows you are here, of course ?" She nodded.

"I have been here for a month." Kent's hands closed tighter about hers.