If you had indicated by word or look that you remembered me, I could not have kept it up, we should have had to tell Henry then--we were playing at cross-purposes and my pride was wounded." "I understand, sweetheart, go on." "Well, I was miserable at luncheon, and then when you went out in the boat--being with you was like some intoxicating drink--I was more excited than I had ever been in my life.

I was horrid toward Henry, I would not own it to myself, but I felt him to be the stumbling block in the way.

So I was extra nice to him to convince myself--and I let him hold my arm, which I had never done before and you saw that in the garden.

I suppose--and thought I loved him and so went--that was nice of you, Michael--but stupid, wasn't it!" "Ridiculously stupid, everything I did was stupid that separated you from me.

The natural action of my character would have been just to seize you again and carry you off resisting or unresisting to Arranstoun, but some idiotic sentiment of honor to Henry held me." "I cried a little, I believe, when I got your note--I went up into this room and opened this despatch-box and read your horrid letter again--and I believe I looked into the blue leather case, too"-- here she opened it once more--and they both examined it tenderly.