Presently Violet lifted her head, the colour came back to her cheeks, she too began to talk and laugh.

All the time he was careful not to press home his advantage.

He remembered that one night in the library at Grosvenor Square, when she had turned her head and looked at him for a moment before leaving.

She must be different now, he told himself fiercely.

It was impossible that she could continue to love a husband who neglected her, a man whose mistaken sense of dignity kept him away from her! "I want you," he begged, as they drew towards the close of the meal, "to treat me, if you will, just a little more confidentially." She glanced up at him quickly, almost suspiciously.
"What do you mean ?" "You have troubles of which you do not speak," he went on.