To-night he changed his mind." Julian stood speechless for a moment, his fists clenched, his eyes ablaze.
Catherine threw herself into his easy-chair and loosened her coat.
"Oh, I am tired!" she moaned.

"Give me some water, please, or some wine." He found some hock in the sideboard, and after she had drunk it they sat for some few minutes in agitated silence.

The street sounds outside had died away.

Julian's was the topmost flat in the block, and their isolation was complete.

He suddenly realised the position.
"Perhaps," he suggested, with an almost ludicrous return to the commonplace, "the first thing to be done is for me to dress." She looked at him as though she had noticed his dishabille for the first time.