But he was too obstinate, and too hurt, and too passionately in love.

The bogey of his insulted Tancred pride haunted him always, and, like all foolish things, caused him more suffering than if it had been a crime.
So once more the pair dressed to go down to the ducal dinner, with deeper estrangement in their hearts.

And when Tristram was ready to-night, he went out into the corridor and pretended to look at the pictures.

He would have no more servants' messages!--and there he was, with a bitter smile on his face, when Lady Anningford, coming from her room beyond, stopped to talk.

She wondered at his being there--a very different state of things to her own with her dear old man, she remembered, who, after the wedding day, for weeks and weeks would hardly let her out of his sight! Then Henriette peeped out of the door and saw that the message she was being sent upon was in vain, and went back; and immediately Zara appeared.
Her dress was pale gray to-night--with her uncle's pearls--and both Lady Anningford and Tristram noticed that her eyes were slumberous and had in them that smoldering fierceness of pain.