Having arrived at a determination, she was mistress of herself again.

"Not yet," she resolved; "there may be consequences that I haven't calculated on.

I'll take the night to think of it." Jack tried a last entreaty as she put her hand into her pocket, searching for the cupboard key, and tried it in vain.

"No," she said; "I will keep it for you.

Come to me when you are really ill, and want it." Her pocket proved to be entangled for the moment in the skirt of her dress.