I've got him!" and she laughed aloud.

"It is all safe, he will not break the bargain!" So she wrote an interesting note to Mr.Hanbury-Green with a pencil on one of the blocks which she kept lying about for any sudden use--and then strolled into the house for an envelope.
And, as John Derringham lay in the darkened room upstairs, he presently heard her joyous voice as she played tennis with his secretary, and the reflection he made was: "Good Lord, how thankful I should be that at least I do not love her!" Then he clenched his hands, and his aching thoughts escaped the iron control under which since his engagement he had tried always to keep them, and they went back to Halcyone.

He saw again with agonizing clearness her little tender face, when her soft, true eyes had melted into his as she whispered of love.
"This is what God means in everything." Well, God had very little to do with himself and Cecilia Cricklander! And then he suddenly seemed to see the brutishness of men.

Here was he--a refined, honorable gentleman--in a few weeks going to play false to his every instinct, and take this woman whom he was growing to despise--and perhaps dislike--into his arms and into his life, in that most intimate relationship which, he realized now, should only be undertaken when passionate calls of tenderest love imperatively forced it.

She would have the right to be with him day--and night.