And he had come to tell her so.
The agony of the interminable night had been his as well as hers.
"Did he give any name ?" Her violet eyes were almost black with excitement.
"No, miss.

He is in the sitting-room." Slowly Nan made her way across the hall, one hand pressed against her breast to still the painful throbbing of her heart.

Outside the room she hesitated a moment; then, with a quick indrawing of her breath, she opened the door and went in.
"_Roger_!" She shrank back and stood gazing at him dumbly, silent with the shock of sudden and undreamed-of disappointment.

She had been so sure, so _sure_ that it was Peter! And yet, jerked suddenly back to the reality of things, she almost smiled at her own certainty.

Peter was too strong a man to renounce and then retract his renunciation twenty-four hours later.
Trenby, who had been standing staring into the fire, turned at the sound of her entrance.