She could not but know how often his thoughts dwelled here in the dark quiet studio where she sat, and where so many days of happiness had been passed.

She knew what she was to him, she and her mother and Michael, and the hosts of friends in this land which had become his foe.

Would he have gone, she asked herself, if he had guessed that there would be war between the two?
She thought he would, though she knew that for herself she would have made it as hard as possible for him to do so.

She would have used every argument she could think of to dissuade him, and yet she felt that her entreaties would have beaten in vain against the granite of his and her nationality.

Dimly she had foreseen this contingency when, a few days ago, she had asked Michael what he would do if England went to war, and now that contingency was realised, and Hermann was even now perhaps on his way to violate the neutrality of the country for the sake of which England had gone to war.