"Yes, Stella ?" and he stood very still.
"I mean," she said, looking down upon the ground, "that I have tried to tell you that I wouldn't suffer so very much if we did part, but I never could do it.

My lips shook so, I never could speak the words." Then her voice ran up into a laugh.

"To think of your living in a house with somebody else! Oh no!" "You need have no fear of that, Stella." They were in the garden of Little Beeding and they walked across the meadow towards her cottage, talking very earnestly.

Mr.Hazlewood was watching them secretly from the window of the library.

He saw that Dick was pleading and she hanging in doubt; and a great wave of anger surged over him that Dick should have to plead to her at all, he who was giving everything--even his own future.
"King's Bench Walk," he muttered to himself, taking from the drawer of his writing-table a slip of paper on which he had written the address lest he should forget it.