She leaned a little towards him.

Under cover of the music her voice was inaudible to any one else.
"Mr.Wrayson," she said, "please don't think me unkind.

I know that I have a great deal to thank you for, and that there are certain explanations which you have almost a right to demand from me.

And yet I ask you to go away, to ask me nothing at all, to believe me when I assure you that there is nothing in the world so undesirable as any acquaintance between you and me." Wrayson was staggered, the words were so earnestly spoken, and the look which accompanied them was so eloquent.

He was never sure, when he thought it over afterwards, what manner of reply he might not have made to an appeal, the genuineness of which was absolutely convincing.