Not for a moment would she doubt--she dared not! Harry was coming back to the house that afternoon.

Would he break something--some little china ornament upon the mantel-shelf?
He generally knocked over something.

What would it be to-day, the mandarin with the nodding head, or the funny little pot-bellied dwarf which she had picked up at Christie's the day before?
Stella smiled delightedly as she selected this and that of her little treasures for destruction.

Oh, to-day Harry Luttrell could sweep every glass or porcelain trinket she possessed into the grate--when once he had passed through the doorway--when once again he stood within her room.

She sat with folded hands, hope like a rose in her heart, sure of him, so sure of him that she did not even watch the hands of her clock.
But the hands moved on.
"I will stay, if I may," said Hillyard uncomfortably.