She clasped her hands above her head, and began to walk tempestuously up and down the bare floor of her room.

In this creature so soft, so loving, so compact of feeling and of tears, there had gradually arisen an intensity of personal claim, a hardness, almost a ferocity of determination, which was stiffening and transforming the whole soul.

She could waver still--as she had wavered in that despairing, anguished moment with Lucy in the Embassy garden.

But the wavering would soon be over.

A jealousy so overpowering that nothing could make itself heard against it was closing upon her like a demoniacal possession.