MORE TREACHERY There followed for me a period of unremitting hard work, days during which I never left my desk save at such hours when I knew that the chances of meeting any one scarcely existed.

Several times I saw Lady Angela from my window on the sands below, threading her way across the marshes to the sea.

Once she passed my window very slowly, and with a quick backward glance as she turned to descend the cliff.

But I sat still with clenched teeth.

I had nailed down my resolutions, I had determined to hold fast to such threads of my common sense as remained.
Only in the night-time, when sleep mocked me and all hope of escape was futile, was I forced to grapple with this new-born monster of folly.