As he had meant it to do, it gave her
hope; although before her eyes was the picture that Patsy had drawn of
Black Brian with his great sword beside him lying on the sands, waiting
for the hungry sea to claim him.
Presently there stole through the warm air of the night the sound of her
own name. She did not start. It seemed to her part of the dream in
which she was. Her hand went to her heart, however.
Again in Orlando's voice came the word "Louise," a little louder now.
She turned towards the tree, and there beside it stood Orlando.
For an instant there was a sense of unreality, of ghostliness, and then
she gave a little cry of pain and joy. As she ran towards him, with
sudden impulse, his arms spread out and he caught her to his breast.
His lips swept her hair. "Louise! Louise!" he whispered passionately.
For an instant they stood so, and then he gently pressed her away from
him.
"I had to come," he said. "I want you to know that whatever happens, you
may depend on me. When you call, I will come.
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