I happen to possess the means of making it impossible for him to meet you at the Ritz next Wednesday, Helena; and I shall use them.

You must make some other arrangement." "What means ?" she demanded.

She had turned very pale.
"Ah, no!--that you must leave to me.

Look here, Helena"-- his tone softened--"can't we shake hands on it, and make up?
I do hate quarrelling with your mother's daughter." Involuntarily, through all her rage, Helena was struck by the extreme sensitiveness of the face opposite her--a sensitiveness often disguised by the powerful general effect of the man's head and eyes.

In a calmer mood she might have said to herself that only some past suffering could have produced it.