The furious passions of the Celtic race glittered savagely in his eyes, and changed to a grey horrid pallor the healthy colour that was natural to his face.

"Oh, my temper, my temper!" he cried, as Iris shrank from him.

"She hates me now, and no wonder." He staggered away from her, and burst into a convulsive fit of crying, dreadful to hear.

Compassion, divine compassion, mastered the earthlier emotion of terror in the great heart of the woman who loved him.

She followed him, and laid her hand caressingly on his shoulder.