I will take your place." "No, I will come down," he said, struggling to his feet.

"I would rather come down.

I must not be alone." He went to his room and dressed.

There was a wild recklessness of gaiety in his manner as he sat at table, but now and then a thrill of terror ran through him when he remembered that, pressed against the window of the conservatory, like a white handkerchief, he had seen the face of James Vane watching him..