But as you seem to enjoy flirting with Mrs.Fairmile, there's one person satisfied." Roger laughed--not agreeably.

"I shall soon think, Daphne, that somebody's 'put a spell on you,' as my old nurse used to say.

I wish I knew what I could do to break it." She lay passive in his arms a moment, and then he felt a shiver run through her, and saw that she was crying.

He held her close to him, kissing and comforting her, while his own eyes were wet.

What her emotion meant, or his own, he could not have told clearly; but it was a moment for both of healing, of impulsive return, the one to the other, unspoken penitence on her side, a hidden self-blame on his.