It would be putting off the day when it would all have to be done over again; and then it would be still worse because of the hopes it had raised." "Do you really mean, Harry, that you would not stay if I asked you ?" It was not her heart which was speaking, but the pride of the woman who had always had her own way.
"I certainly do," he answered emphatically, his voice ringing clear.
"Every day I lose is just so much taken from a decent, independent life." A sudden revulsion of feeling swept through her.

This was the last thing she had expected from Harry.

What had come over him that he should deny her anything ?--he who had always obeyed her slightest wish.

Then a new thought entered her head--why should she humble herself to ask any more questions?
With a quick movement she gained her feet and stood toying with her dress, arranging the lace scarf about her throat, tightening the wide strings that held her teacup of a bonnet close to her face.

She raised her eyes and stole a glance at him.