But he attributed these hopes and thoughts with some confidence to Stella Croyle--until she turned and showed him her face.

The sympathy and gentleness had gone from it.

She was white with passion and her eyes blazed.
"Why do you lie to me ?" she cried.

"I met Harry this morning." Hillyard was more startled by the news of Luttrell's presence in London than confused by the detection of his lie.
"Harry Luttrell!" he exclaimed.

"You are sure?
He is in England ?" "Yes.