He reached out his hands to catch her, but he was too late, for, as he spoke, she fell in a heap on the floor in a dead faint.  With trembling hands Hugh lifted the unconscious form to the little sofa, and kneeling beside her bent over her, chaffing her hands and calling her by all the tender names which he had only dared to give her in his heart; and the pent-up emotions of weeks found relief in a shower of kisses, which rained on the upturned face and ruffled hair that framed it like a glory.  It was very wrong of him, to be sure; but the man who is famishing, and who steals the loaf that will put life into his starving body, should not be severely dealt with, and Hugh’s hungry heart was sadly in need of some satisfying food.

Dexie’s faint lasted so long that Hugh began to feel alarmed, yet he could not think of calling to Nancy for help.  Not for anything would he have her know that he had dared to enter the house in this clandestine manner, and he knew Dexie would feel vexed enough if anyone should find him there with her; so he hastily opened the nearest chamber door, and securing the water-pitcher on the stand, he bathed the white face until the quivering eyelids told that consciousness was returning.  A few minutes later Dexie opened her eyes, and seeing Hugh still beside her she tried to raise herself, but sank back again on the sofa.

“Leave me at once!” she said, faintly.  “Oh!  I feel so sick!  Go, I say.”

“I cannot leave you until I see you better, Dexie.  I will not touch you again, so do not be afraid of me.”

Dexie felt too helpless even to object, so she laid back with closed eyes, wondering what had come over her just when she needed to be strong and bold.  At last, when the silence was beginning to be unbearable to both of them, she opened her eyes, and Hugh, seeing her efforts to rise, gently helped her to a sitting posture, then seated himself in the chair beside her.

“Why did you come here, Mr. McNeil?” looking at him with offended eyes.  “It is unfair to persecute me in this way.”

“Forgive me for coming, then, but I had no thought of persecuting you.  I heard news to-day that troubled me, and I was not strong enough to resist the temptation of coming to see you once more, when I found you were not at the party.”

Dexie sat with tight-clasped hands, but said not a word, and Hugh saw no relenting look in the dark eyes that looked almost black in their intensity.

“Dexie, you are displeased with me, and justly so, for my mad behavior in the boat, but I have longed for the chance to ask your forgiveness, and I went to Mrs. Beverly’s to-night solely to ask it of you.  Dexie, your heart is not as hard as you would have me think, for I know whose kind hands helped Mrs. Gurney during my illness, and how you watched beside me when others were too terrified to be of service.”

Still no response from the white lips, for Dexie’s heart was throbbing too fast to allow of speech.