THE JOLLY CORNER
He could but wonder at the depth and the duration of his swoon.
"Since last night?" she asked with a shade of fear for her possible indiscretion.
"Since this morning—it must have been: the cold dim dawn of to-day. Where have I been," he vaguely wailed, "where have I been? "He felt her hold him close, and it was as if this helped him now to make in all security his mild moan. "What a long dark day!"
All in her tenderness she had waited a moment. "In the cold dim dawn?" she quavered.
But he had already gone on piecing together the parts of the whole prodigy. "As I didn't turn up you came straight———?"
She barely cast about. "I went first to your hotel—where they told me of your absence. You had dined out last evening and hadn't been back since. But they appeared to know you had been at your club."
"So you had the idea of this———?"
"Of what?" she asked in a moment.
"Well—of what has happened."
" I believed at least you'd have been here. I've known, all along," she said, "that you've been coming."
"'Known' it?"
"Well, I've believed it. I said nothing to you after that talk we had a month ago—but I felt sure. I knew you would," she declared.
"That I'd persist, you mean?"
"That you'd see him."
"Ah but I didn't!" cried Brydon with his long wail. "There's somebody—an awful beast; whom I brought, too horribly, to bay. But it's not me."
At this she bent over him again, and her eyes were in his eyes. "No—it's not you." And it was as if, while her face hovered, he might have made out in it,
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