I Aileen had shrieked and fled.

Ruyler stood in the room with the ruby in his open hand.

He saw that Helene was standing quite erect before him.
She had made no attempt to leave the room, nor did she appear to be threatened with hysterics.
He groped until he found the electric button.

The room, as Ruyler had inferred, was Mrs.Thornton's winter boudoir, a gorgeous room of yellow brocade and oriental stuffs.
"Will you sit down ?" he asked.
Helene shook her head.

She was very white and she looked as old as a young actress who has been doing one night stands for three months.
Behind the drawn mask of her face there was her indestructible youth, but so faint that it thought itself dead.
She looked at her hands, which she twisted together as if they were cold.
"Will you tell me the truth now ?" asked Price.
"Don't you guess it ?" "When I came here to-night I believed that you were the victim of blackmail.