Her first thought must have been Estada, for there was a startled note of fear in her challenge.
"Who are you?
Why do you come here ?" "Speak low," I cautioned.

"You must know my voice." "Geoffry Carlyle!" "Yes, but do not use that name--all hope depends on my remaining unknown.

You welcome me ?" She came straight forward through the dim star-shine, a spectral figure, with both hands outstretched.
"Welcome!" her tone that of intense sincerity.

"Your presence gives me all the strength I have.

But for you I should throw myself through that port into the sea.