And you won't tell me the reason why, because your sweet temper shrinks from making me angry.

Shall I mention the reason for you, my dear?
I can do it in two words--Lord Harry." She made no reply; she showed no sign of feeling at what he had just said.

Her head sank a little; her hands clasped themselves on her lap; the obstinate resignation which can submit to anything hardened her face, stiffened her figure--and that was all.
The banker was determined not to spare her.
"It's easy to see," he resumed, "that you have not got over your infatuation for that vagabond yet.

Go where he may, into the vilest places and among the lowest people, he carries your heart along with him.

I wonder you are not ashamed of such an attachment as that." He had stung her at last.