But--I'm counting on your help, you know," he smiled a little wistfully, as he held out his hand in good-by.
One minute later Alice Greggory, alone, was hurrying up-stairs.
"I can't--I can't--I know I can't," she was whispering wildly.

Then, in her own room, she faced herself in the mirror.

"Yes--you--can, Alice Greggory," she asserted, with swift change of voice and manner.

"This is _your_ tiger skin, and you're going to fight it.

Do you understand ?--fight it! And you're going to win, too.