"I love you! I love you!! I love you!!!" Her voice rose with hysterical vehemence at each repetition of the words--then suddenly sank to a low hoarse cry of rage and despair.

The sense of her true position toward him revealed itself in all its horror as the confession of her love escaped her lips.

Her arms dropped from him; she flung herself back on the sofa-cushions, hiding her face in her hands.

"Oh, leave me!" she moaned, faintly.

"Go! go!" Horace tried to wind his arm round her, and raise her.