"Why, Philip!" There was a curious change in the girl's tone, from almost glad welcome to a note of abrupt fear in that last pronouncement of his name.

She stood looking at him, the victim, apparently, of so many emotions that there was nothing definite to be drawn either from her tone or expression.

She was a young woman of medium height and slim, delicate figure, attractive, with large, discontented mouth, full, clear eyes and a wealth of dark brown hair.

She was very simply dressed and yet in a manner which scarcely suggested the school-teacher.

To the man who confronted her, his left hand gripping the mantelpiece, his eyes filled with a flaming jealousy, there was something entirely new in the hang of her well-cut skirt, the soft colouring of her low-necked blouse, the greater animation of her piquant face with its somewhat dazzling complexion.