The smile had left her lips, they were mere delicate lines of color.

She raised herself on tiptoe and her face, gray-white, was very close to his.
"What a fool you are, Jack, what a coward you must be!" and she struck him on the cheek with her gloved hand.

"You _are_ a coward!" she cried.
His face grew as white as her own, and he did not trust himself to speak.

She gave him a last contemptuous glance and drew her veil.
"Now open the door," she said insolently.
He did so, and she brushed past him swiftly and stepped out into the long hall.

For a moment North stood staring after her, and then he closed the door..