"Tell me, now," said he, "in what you need me." She was silent a moment, pondering, hesitation and confusion seeming to envelop her.

A pink flush rose to colour the beautiful pillar of neck and overspread the delicate half-averted face.

He watched it, wondering.
"How long," she asked him, her whole intent at present being to delay him and gain time.

"How long have you been in Bridgwater ?" "Two hours at most," said he.
"Two hours! And yet you never came to...

to me.