This is to be remembered." "I shall remember." "Go, then, and leave me for this time," she besought him.

But still he could not go, and still the Lady Catharine could not bid him more sternly to depart.

Youth--youth, and love, and fate were in that room; and these would have their way.
The beseeching gaze of an eye singular in its power rested on the girl, a gaze filled with all the strange, half mandatory pleading of youth and yearning.

Once more there came a shift in the tidal currents of the woman's heart.

The Lady Catharine slowly became conscious of a delicious helplessness, of a sinking and yielding which she could not resist.