But she stopped at his words.

For a moment she was even thrilled again by the strength and imperiousness she had loved.
They were facing each other after five years of mistaken passion, even as they had faced each other that night in her mother's kitchen.

But the grave of that dead passion yawned between them.

It was Joan who broke the silence, that after her single outburst seemed to fill and oppress the room.
"As far as Rosita is concerned," she said, with affected calmness, "she is going to-night.

And you probably will not be troubled any longer by your mysterious visitor." Whether he heeded the sarcastic significance of her last sentence, or even heard her at all, he did not reply.