He dared not look up the table where Lady Chudley sat in full view.

Every moment he expected--ridiculous apprehension of an accusing conscience--Colonel Winwood to come and tap him on the shoulder and bid him begone.

But nothing happened.

Afterwards, in the drawing-room, Fate drove him into a corner near Lady Chudley, whose eyes he met clear upon him.

He turned away hurriedly and plunged into conversation with a young soldier standing by.