She remembered Billy, whom this man loved.

She remembered the long days just passed when this man had stayed away, presumably to teach _her_--to save _her_.

And now, at the sound of his voice speaking her name, she had almost bared her heart to him.
No wonder that Alice, with a haste that looked like terror, crossed the floor and flooded the room with light.
"Dear me!" she shivered, carefully avoiding Arkwright's eyes.

"If Mr.
Calderwell were here now he'd have some excuse to talk about our lost spirits that wail.

That _is_ a creepy piece of music when you play it in the dark!" And, for fear that he should suspect how her heart was aching, she gave a particularly brilliant and joyous smile.
Once again at the mention of Calderwell's name Arkwright stiffened perceptibly.