Not that she had the most far-away intention of yielding, but she did not want their little farce to be spoiled by any complications that might mar her pleasure in looking back upon it.

"I think," said she, "you will find that a comfortable chair," and she showed him one which stood where all the daylight that came through the torn curtains concentrated itself.

From her own seat she could draw her face into the deepest shadow in the room.

She made the arrangement almost instinctively, and the lines of intensity the last week had drawn upon Cardiffs face were her first reward.
"I have come to ask you to give up this thing," he said.
Elfrida leaned forward a little in her favorite attitude, clasping her knee.

Her eyes were widely serious.