But now the new ring of determination, of something unexpectedly dogged in his voice, poignantly recalled the warning uttered by Lady Arabella earlier in the day.
Magda's nerve wavered.

A momentary panic assailed her.

Then she intuitively struck the right note.
"Ah, Davilof, don't worry me now--not to-night!" she said appealingly.
"I'm tired.

It's been a bit of a strain--the accident and--and----" "Forgive me!" In a moment he was all penitence--overwhelmed with compunction.

"Forget it! I've behaved like a brute.