He was sauntering leisurely along the street at the time, and had not journeyed a block from the Harley house.
Storri started at the touch, and wheeled.
"What!" he exclaimed, "is it you, my San Reve?
And what fetched you out so cold an evening ?" Storri attempted a manner of light and confident assurance.

Somehow, he did not altogether attain it; a sharp ear would have caught the false note in his tones which told of an uneasiness he was trying to conceal.
That one whom Storri addressed as San Reve and who, following the touch that startled Storri, had taken his arm, was a woman.

In the dark of the winter evening, nothing could be known of her save that she was above a middle height.
"Yes; it is I, Sara," said the woman, in a pure contralto.

"Come with me to-night, Storri; I have not seen you for four days." "We are pleasantly met!" cried Storri, still affecting an acquiescent gayety.

"And is it not strange?
I was on my way to your fond, sweet presence, my San Reve.