And she turned and looked through the casement.

"You do not know what you are asking, or to what you are coming." "Did Tissot know when he came ?" "You are not Tissot," she answered in a low tone, "and may fare worse." "Or better," he answered gaily.

"And at worst----" "Worse or better you will repent it," she retorted.

"You will repent it bitterly!" "I may," he answered.

"But at least you never shall." She turned and looked at him at that; looked at him as if the curtain of apathy fell from her eyes and she saw him for the first time as he was, a young man, upright and not uncomely.