But his page remained unturned; his own thoughts were more importunate.

His interview with Christina Light had made a great impression upon him, and he was haunted with the memory of her almost blameless bitterness, and of all that was tragic and fatal in her latest transformation.

These things were immensely appealing, and Rowland thought with infinite impatience of Roderick's having again encountered them.

It required little imagination to apprehend that the young sculptor's condition had also appealed to Christina.

His consummate indifference, his supreme defiance, would make him a magnificent trophy, and Christina had announced with sufficient distinctness that she had said good-by to scruples.