Still less did she understand when on the Monday Geoffrey suddenly told her that he had fifty pounds for her to spend as she liked; then accompanied her to a mantle shop, and stood patiently by, smiling coldly while she invested it in lace and embroideries.

Honoria thought that he was making reparation for his sharp words, and so he was, but to himself, and in another sense.

Every time he gave her money in this fashion, Geoffrey felt like a man who has paid off a debt of honour.

She had taunted him again and again with her poverty--the poverty she said that he had brought her; for every taunt he would heap upon her all those things in which her soul delighted.

He would glut her with wealth as, in her hour of victory, Queen Tomyris glutted dead Cyrus with the blood of men.
It was an odd way of taking a revenge, and one that suited Lady Honoria admirably; but though its victim felt no sting, it gave Geoffrey much secret relief.