other; it turned me to look for—for you; and to wait till I'd found you."
She bent down and kissed his fingers; so he arose and drew her up with him. For a few moments he held her against him with her bosom trembling on his throbbing breast; then, slipping his arms lower, he lifted her and, laughing at her quiver under his strength, he strode with her a few steps and catching her higher, he brought his lips to hers.
"The savage in me," he said, at last letting her slip down.
"Oh, I liked it!"
"I," he said, gasping. "I can't stay here any longer now."
"Why not?"
"The time," he said, turning to the clock; but, though now it was almost midnight, she knew he was not thinking chiefly of the time, but of what he had done; and she would not have him question it.
"Where are you going to-night, dear?" she asked.
"To-night?" he said, as though the thought had just occurred to him. "I left my bag at the station. I'll go back there first; and then—what difference, Ethel? I'll not sleep; what a waste of recollection of you unless I'd be sure to dream! I'll not take that chance."
"You must; I must know where you are, now. I must think, too!"
"You'll be here, I'll know; that will be good to think."
"In the morning you'll come back?"
"You want me to?"
"Want you!"
"Now you do; but to-morrow morning?"
