Angela Vivian hesitated a minute; she now had her back turned to him, and he fancied her light, flexible figure was agitated by her indecision.

She looked along the sunny beach which stretched its shallow curve to where the little bay ended and the white wall of the cliffs began.

She looked down toward the sea, and up toward the little Casino which was perched on a low embankment, communicating with the beach at two or three points by a short flight of steps.

Bernard saw--or supposed he saw--that she was asking herself whither she had best turn to avoid him.

He had not blushed when she looked at him--he had rather turned a little pale; but he blushed now, for it really seemed odious to have literally driven the poor girl to bay.