"Eve--?" he said below his breath.
But Eve remained motionless. As he came into the room she had
glanced at him--a glance of quick, searching question; then
with equal suddenness she had averted her eyes. As he drew
close to her now, she remained immovable.
"Eve--" he said again. "I wanted to see you--I wanted to
explain about yesterday and about this morning." He paused,
suddenly disturbed. The full remembrance of the scene in the
brougham had surged up at sight of her--had risen a fierce,
unquenchable recollection. "Eve--" he began again in a new,
abrupt tone.
And then it was that Eve showed herself in a fresh light.
From his entrance into the room she had stayed motionless,
save for her first glance of acute inquiry; but now her
demeanor changed. For almost the first time in Loder's
knowledge of her the vitality and force that he had vaguely
apprehended below her quiet, serene exterior sprang up like a
flame within whose radius things are illuminated. With a
quick gesture she turned towards him, her warm color
deepening, her eyes suddenly alight.
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