She might be as innocent as she pleased, but she had made him make a cursed fool of himself, and he meant that she should suffer for that.
He threw Stanistreet's flowers out of the window, put Molly's note up in its envelope and sent it to the post.

Then he sat down to think.
Mrs.Nevill Tyson's room was opposite the one she had just left.

She stood for a moment before her looking-glass, studying her own reflection.
She took off her pearl necklace and spanned her white throat with her tiny hands.

And as she looked she was glad.

When all was said and done she looked beautiful--beautiful after her small fashion.