Their eyes met--Helena's at first resentful, scornful even--then soft.

She too stood up, and put out a pair of protesting hands--"Please--please, Geoffrey,--_don't_." "Why not--you angel!" He possessed himself of one of the hands and made her move with him along the avenue, looking closely into her eyes.

"You must know what I feel! I wanted to speak to you last night, but you tricked me.

I just adore you, Helena! I've got quite good prospects--I'm getting on in the House of Commons--and I would work for you day and night!" "You didn't adore me a month ago!" said Helena, a triumphant little smile playing about her mouth.

"How you lectured me!" "For you highest good," he said, laughing; though his heart beat to suffocation.