Ernestine too was strong, but this man was a rock.

What would happen if she carried out her purpose, fooled, betrayed him, led him perhaps to ruin?
Some day her passion would leap up, she would tell him, they would be face to face, injured man and taunting woman.

Davenant had an ugly vision as he sat there.

He saw the man's eyes catch fire, the muscles of his face twitch, he saw Ernestine shrink back, white with terror and the man followed her.
"Cecil! Aren't you well?
you're looking positively ghastly!" He pulled himself together--it had been a very realistic little interlude.
"Bad headache!" he said, smiling.

"By the by, I must go!" "If you ever did such a thing as work," she remarked, "I should say that you, had been doing too much.