No matter how capricious she could be, he always treated her with ceremonious politeness.

"I am leaving so very early to-morrow, we had better say good-by now.

I hope my going does not really inconvenience you at all.

I want a little rest from your friends, and, when I join you at Venice again, I hope you will let me see more of yourself." She put up her face, and kissed him with all the girlish rippling smiles she had used for his seduction in the beginning.
"Why, certainly," she said.

"We will be regular old Darbys-and-Joans; so don't you forget while you are away that you belong to me, and I am not going to give you up to anything or anybody--so long as I want you myself!" And John Derringham had gone to his room feeling more chained than ever, and more bitterly resentful against fate.
As soon as he left her, she sat down at her writing-table and wrote out a telegram to be sent off the first thing the next day.