He immediately takes her bishop: she looks surprised.
Five minutes longer: she makes a dash and takes his only remaining bishop; he replies by taking her only remaining knight.
Two minutes: he gives check; her mind is now in a painful state of tension, and she shades her face with her hand.
Yet a few minutes more: he takes her rook and checks again.

She literally trembles now lest an artful surprise she has in store for him shall be anticipated by the artful surprise he evidently has in store for her.
Five minutes: 'Checkmate in two moves!' exclaims Elfride.
'If you can,' says Knight.
'Oh, I have miscalculated; that is cruel!' 'Checkmate,' says Knight; and the victory is won.
Elfride arose and turned away without letting him see her face.

Once in the hall she ran upstairs and into her room, and flung herself down upon her bed, weeping bitterly.
'Where is Elfride ?' said her father at luncheon.
Knight listened anxiously for the answer.

He had been hoping to see her again before this time.
'She isn't well, sir,' was the reply.
Mrs.Swancourt rose and left the room, going upstairs to Elfride's apartment.
At the door was Unity, who occupied in the new establishment a position between young lady's maid and middle-housemaid.
'She is sound asleep, ma'am,' Unity whispered.
Mrs.Swancourt opened the door.

Elfride was lying full-dressed on the bed, her face hot and red, her arms thrown abroad.