I couldn't bring myself to take you unawares." "Do you think still that I let a man in, and hid him when I heard you ring ?" I asked.

(For an instant I was inclined to tell the story Ivor had advised me to tell; but I saw how excited Raoul was; I saw how, in painting the picture for me, he lived through the scene again, and, in spite of himself, suffered almost as keenly as he had suffered in the experience.

I saw how his suspicions of me came crawling into his heart, though he strove to lash them back.

I dared not bring Ivor out from the other room, if he were still there.

He was too handsome, too young, too attractive in every way.