"It will pass.

Forgive me." "Did anything I said----" he began.
"No, no; how absurd!" "Shall I go.

Yes, you would rather be alone----" he hesitated.
"No--yes--yes, go away and come back later.

It is the heat perhaps; is it not hot here ?" "I daresay," he answered absently.
He took her hand and then left her, wondering exceedingly over a matter which was of the simplest.
It was some time before Unorna realised that he was gone.

She had suffered a severe shock, not to be explained by any word or words which he had spoken, as much as by the revelation of her own utter powerlessness, of her total failure to touch his heart, but most directly of all the consequence of a sincere passion which was assuming dangerous proportions and which threatened to sweep away even her pride in its irresistible course.
She grew calmer when she found herself alone, but in a manner she grew also more desperate.