But now she saw him, and with a little inarticulate cry like that of a bird, she flew down the steps.
"Ah! It is you!" she said.

"I thought you would come to welcome me some time!" Her voice was like a soft breath; her airy draperies blew against him.
It was as if a wonderful, beautiful dream were folding him in--and in.
He drew back.

"I am not fit, Miss Dunbar.

I did not know you were here.

Why--look at me!" "Oh! You are ill! You have had an accident!" she cried.