Some one a yard or so from the entrance shrank into the darkness as she passed out but not so rapidly that he was not noticed and recognised.
Lavinia was full of generous impulses that evening.

Everything had gone so well with her, and the future in spite of her doubts was so bright.
"Mr.Vane," she cried and moved a step towards him.

"Do I frighten you that you don't want to see me ?" "No," she heard him say, but it was with difficulty for his voice was so low.

"I'm not frightened but I'm afraid of what you might say or think." "You don't give me a chance of the one or the other," she retorted.

"You don't keep your own appointments.