Dorian stood knee-deep in the snow and watched the girl run back into the house.

In his surprise, he forgot his immediate errand.

He had found Carlia, found her well and strong; but why had she run from him with a cry of alarm?
She surely had recognized him; she would not have acted thus toward a stranger.

Apparently, she was not glad to see him.

He stood looking at the closed door, and a feeling of resentment came to him.