Now she wondered what he could have seen in her--after Lady Cayley.

At Lady Cayley's personality she had not permitted herself so much as to guess.

Enough that the woman was notorious--infamous.
There was a knock at the door, the low knock she had come to know, and Majendie entered in obedience to her faint call.
The hours had changed him, given his bright face a tragic, submissive look, as of a man whipped and hounded to her feet.
He glanced first at the tray, to see if she had eaten her breakfast.
"There are some things I should like to say to you, with your permission.
But I think we can discuss them better out of doors." He looked round the disordered room.

The associations of the place were evidently as painful to him as they were to her.
They went out.

The parade was deserted at that early hour, and they found an empty seat at the far end of it.
"I, too," she said, "have things that I should like to say." He looked at her gravely.
"Will you allow me to say mine first ?" "Certainly; but I warn you, they will make no difference." "To you, possibly not.