No doubt this young man is one of them." She sighed gently.
"It really does seem," she admitted, "as though you were right, but we shall see.

By-the-bye, hadn't you better go?
The five minutes are nearly up." He came over to her side, his hat and gloves in his hand, prepared for departure.
"Will you tell me, upon your honor, Elizabeth," he begged, "that there is no other reason for your interest?
That you are not engaged in any fresh schemes of which I know nothing?
Things are bad enough as they are.

I cannot sleep, I cannot rest, for thinking of our position.

If I thought that you had any fresh plans on hand--" She flicked the ash from her cigarette and checked him with a little gesture.
"He knows where Beatrice is," she remarked thoughtfully, "and I can't get him to tell me.

There is nothing beyond--absolutely nothing."...
When Tavernake was announced, Elizabeth was still smoking, sitting in an easy-chair and looking into the fire.