At last, in a husky voice, he managed to say, "Yes." But with all his power of will he could not look at her.
"Carlton Dunlap," she cried, leaning both hands for support on the table, bending over and at last forcing him to look her in the eyes, "do you know what I think of you?
I think you are a damned coward.
There!" Instead of tears and recriminations, instead of the conventional "How could you do it ?" instead of burning denunciation of him for ruining her life, he read something else in her face.

What was it?
"Coward ?" he repeated slowly.

"What would you have me do--take you with me ?" She tossed her head contemptuously.
"Stay and face it ?" he hazarded again.
"Is there no other way ?" she asked, still leaning forward with her eyes fixed on his.

"Think! Is there no way that you could avoid discovery just for a time?
Carlton, you--we are cornered.

Is there no desperate chance ?" He shook his head sadly.
Her eyes wandered momentarily about the studio, until they rested on an easel.