He was his most charming, most handsome self.

A shiver ran through Eleanor.

Her thought flew to yesterday--compared the kind radiance of the face beside her, its look of brotherly confidence and appeal, with the look of yesterday, the hard evasiveness with which he had met all her poor woman's attempts to renew the old intimacy, reknit the old bond.

She thought of the solitary, sleepless misery of the night she had just passed through.

And here they were, sitting in cousinly talk, as though nothing else were between them but this polite anxiety for Miss Foster's peace of mind! What was behind that apparently frank brow--those sparkling grey-blue eyes?
Manisty could always be a mystery when he chose, even to those who knew him best.
She drew a long inward breath, feeling the old inexorable compulsion that lies upon the decent woman, who can only play the game as the man chooses to set it.
'I don't know what I can do--' she said slowly.