And again he said: "For the sake of your name in the years to come, Shiela, you cannot go to him like this.

Control yourself." She strove to pass him; all her strength was leaving her.
"You coward!" she gasped.
"I thought you would mistake me," he said quietly.

"People usually do....

Sit down." For a while she lay sobbing in her arm-chair, white hands clinched, biting at her lips to choke back the terror and grief.
[Illustration: "'You can't go!' he said."] "As soon as your self-command returns my commands are void," he said coolly.

"Nobody here shall see you as you are.