Her heart acquitted him then and there of all blame, past or to come.
"Michel!" she said aloud involuntarily--the call of her spirit which spoke on her lips against her will.
De la Foret had helped Lempriere to the bed again as he heard his name called, and he stood suddenly still, looking straight before him into space.

Angele's voice seemed ghostly and unreal.
"Michel!" he heard again, and he came forward into the room where she was.

Yet once again she said the word scarcely above a whisper, for the look of rapt wonder and apprehension in his manner overcame her.

Now he turned towards her, where she stood in the shadow by the door.

He saw her, but even yet he did not stir, for she seemed to him still an apparition.
With a little cry she came forward to him.