"Good God!" he cried, springing to his feet and overturning the chair in which he sat. Then grasping the small table with both hands he leaned across it and peered at the door, his face graying with each second that passed. She stood there, looking at him, such terror in her eyes that it made him tremble, absolutely fearless though he was. She wore a dark dress, and a dark veil was wound about her head, leaving the white oval of her face, with its terror-haunted eyes. The next moment she had entered the room and shut the door behind her, and was coming towards him like a sweet wraith. Yet he could say nothing. He had yearned for her and called her in his soul, and she was before him now! There were new lines upon his troubled face, for he could not understand. What could it mean? It was past midnight; between one and two o'clock, he knew. She was alone. These were his apartments. He slept in the one where they now stood. She stopped within arm's length, pale and scared, her large eyes burning with the burden of the secret she carried. She spoke first, hurriedly and low. The sound of her voice brought John to his senses.
"Has he come? Has he come?" she asked, in a half whisper, while the interlaced fingers over her breast writhed from the stress of her emotion.
"Dear Miss Julia!" responded Glenning, taking her by the arm, "pray be seated--but no, you _must_ not stay here a moment! I--what is it? What is wrong?"
"Has he been here? Oh, tell me! Has anything happened?"
Glenning got into his coat as he answered.
"I have just come in. I went into the country after leaving you. Who is it? Marston again?"
A sob, half hysterical, struggled from the girl's throat.
"Yes--yes! He will come! He said he would! He's determined to kill you! Oh! I couldn't stand it!"
She put her hands over her eyes, and shivered.
"Who is with you, Miss Julia? You must not remain here another moment. You know walls have ears and eyes, even at this hour of the night. Who came with you?"
"No one; who could come with me? But you! You must not stay here tonight. Perhaps he came and found you were out. He will return, Promise me!"
Before he could answer they heard a sound which each knew; the pounding hoofs of a horse ridden at full speed.
