His dark head and athlete's figure, scarcely disguised by the ampler folds of the borrowed gown, showed in picturesque relief against the grey and sunlit background of the beautiful Divinity School, which could be seen through the doorway.

Constance knew that his eyes were on her; and she guessed that he was only conscious of her, as she at that moment was only conscious of him.

And again that tremor, that premonition of some coming attack upon her will which she half dreaded, and half desired, swept over her.

What was there in the grave and slightly frowning face that drew her through all repulsion?
She studied it.

Surely the brow and eyes were beautiful--shaped for high thought, and generous feeling?
It was the disdainful sulky mouth, the haughty carriage of the head, that spoilt a noble aspect.