You are already on the rack--make no doubt about it.

Oh, I have seen you twitch and jump with irritation--how many times on this yacht!--for trumpery, little, unimportant things she has said and done, which you would never have noticed six months ago; or only noticed to smile at with a pleased indulgence." Luttrell's face coloured.

"Why, that's true enough," he said.

He was remembering the afternoon a week ago, when the yacht steamed between the green islands with their bathing stations and chalets, over a tranquil, sunlit sea of the deepest blue.

Rounding a wooded corner towards sunset she came suddenly upon the bridges and the palace and the gardens of Stockholm.