And despite all he could do, his own humiliation bowed his head a little.

But most of all, the utter neglect of Helen Minorkey hurt him sorely.

Except that she had sent, through Isabel Marlay, that little smuggled message that she was sorry for him--like one who makes a great ado about sending you something which turns out to be nothing--except this mockery of pity, he had no word or sign from Helen.

His mind dwelt on her as he remembered her in the moments when she had been carried out of herself by the contagion of his own enthusiasm, when she had seemed to love him devotedly.

Especially did he think of her as she sat in quiet and thoughtful enjoyment in the row-boat by the side of Katy, playfully splashing the water and seeming to rejoice in his society.