united by a hand-clasp which was not merely passive on her side. ‘That’s right,’ she said very kindly, almost tenderly. ‘You’ll lose nothing by being a reasonable man.’

‘But I’ll come back, wherever you are, two years hence,’ he returned with characteristic grimness.

We have seen that our young lady was inconsequent, and at this she suddenly changed her note. ‘Ah, remember, I promise nothing—absolutely nothing!’ Then more softly, as if to help him to leave her: ‘And remember too that I shall not be an easy victim!’

‘You’ll get very sick of your independence.’

‘Perhaps I shall; it’s even very probable. When that day comes I shall be very glad to see you.’

She had laid her hand on the knob of the door that led into her room, and she waited a moment to see whether her visitor would not take his departure. But he appeared unable to move; there was still an immense unwillingness in his attitude and a sore remonstrance in his eyes. ‘I must leave you now,’ said Isabel; and she opened the door and passed into the other room.

This apartment was dark, but the darkness was tempered by a vague radiance sent up through the window from the court of the hotel, and Isabel could make out the masses of the furniture, the dim shining of the mirror and the looming of the big four-posted bed. She stood still a moment, listening, and at last she heard Caspar Goodwood walk out of the sitting-room and close the door behind him. She stood still a little longer, and then, by an irresistible impulse, dropped on her knees before her bed and hid her face in her arms.