Her beauty was of that peculiar kind, half seductive, half pathetic, wholly irresistible.

And now there had come this strange, almost impossible person, against the armor of whose indifference she had spent herself in vain.

Her eyes filled with tears once more as she looked at him, and Tavernake became uneasy.

He glanced at the clock and again toward the door.
"I think, if you will excuse me," he began,-- "Mr.Tavernake," she interrupted, "you are very unkind to me, very unkind indeed." "I cannot help it," he answered.
"If you knew everything," she continued, "you would not be so obstinate.
If Beatrice herself were here, if I could whisper something in her ear, she would be only too thankful that I had found her out.

Beatrice has always misunderstood me, Mr.Tavernake.It is a little hard upon me, for we are both so far away from home, from our friends." "You can send her any message you like by me," Tavernake declared.
"If you like, I will wait while you write a letter.