Her face was as white as her robe, and her eyelashes were wet, as though she had cried herself to sleep like a child.
"My love! my darling!" He knelt beside her and kissed her passionately.

"And to think that for one second I was base enough to doubt you! My beautiful, innocent darling, slumbering here, like a very child! No earthly power shall ever sunder you and me!" A pair of deriding black eyes flashed upon him through the partly open door--a pair of greedy ears drank in the softly murmured words.
Sybilla Silver, hastening along with the artist's little note, had caught sight of the baronet entering his wife's room.

She tapped discreetly at the door, with the twisted note held conspicuously in her hand.
Sir Everard arose and opened it, and Miss Silver's sudden recoil was the perfection of confusion and surprise.
"I beg your pardon, Sir Everard.

My lady is--is she not here ?" "Lady Kingsland is asleep.

Do you wish to deliver that note ?" With a second gesture of seeming confusion, Sybilla hid the hand which held it in the folds of her dress.
"Yes--no--it doesn't matter.