There was a look upon his features which she had never seen before, and already something was whispering at the back of her soul that to-day at least his spirit was stronger than her own.
"You are angry with me again," she cried.
He had come with every intention of beginning the interview by telling her bluntly of his marriage; but now, as he looked upon her beauty and her love, he felt that it would have been less brutal to strike her down at his feet.

Let some one else tell her, then.

She would know soon enough.

Besides, there would be less chance then of a scene, which was a thing abhorrent to his soul.

His task was, in any case, quite difficult enough.