"Your hat is over on that chair." she said presently in a strident
voice. "Will you go?"
He crossed the room quietly--no want of composure--and picked it up.
"Would you rather I didn't come and see you again?" he asked, brushing
the hat casually with his sleeve.
"I never want to see you again!" she exclaimed.
He smiled amiably. "Don't you think you're rather foolish?"
"Foolish!"
"Yes--the unmarried man who keeps a woman is bound to leave her some
time or other--that's not half as likely to be the case with--"
"What do you mean?" She was white to the lips.
He looked puzzled. "I'm afraid I can't understand you," he said.
She tried to answer him, but the words mingled in a stammering of
confusion before she could utter them.
"You don't think there's a chance of Traill coming back to you, do
you?" he went on. "I shouldn't be here, I assure you, if there were."
Sally's knees trembled with weakness. An overwhelming nausea shook
her till she shuddered.
"Did he tell you to come here?" she whispered.
"Heavens, no! I don't suppose he'd do that. He wouldn't do a thing
like that. But I'm pretty sure he's in love with that Miss
Standish-Roe--the beautiful Coralie.
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