on trust." She spoke slowly, weighing her words, "But I didn't expect that something to include--Adrienne! What has she to do with you ?" Errington's brows came sharply together.

He drew a quick, short breath as though bracing himself to meet some unforeseen danger.
"I've written a play for her," he answered shortly.
"Yes, I know.

But is that all that there is between you--this play ?" "I can't answer that question," he replied quietly.
Diana flung out her hand with a sudden, passionate gesture.
"You've answered it, I think," she said scornfully.
He took a quick stride towards her, catching her by the arms.
"Diana"-- his voice vibrated--"won't you trust me ?" "Trust you! How can I ?" she broke out wildly.

"If trusting you means standing by whilst Adrienne-- Oh, I can't bear it.

You're asking too much of me, Max.