Unfortunately, he was unable to say it finally, definitively; and now that he was near her it seemed to matter wonderfully little.

"She is a woman who will lie," he had said to himself.

Now, as he went along, he reminded himself of this observation; but it failed to frighten him as it had done before.

He almost wished he could make her lie and then convict her of it, so that he might see how he should like that.

He kept thinking of this as he walked by her side, while she moved forward with her light, graceful dignity.