Glancing down into her face, Julian was almost startled.

There were none of the ordinary signs of anger there, but an intense white passion, the control of which was obviously costing her a prodigious effort.

She touched his fingers with her ungloved hand as she stepped over a stile, and he found them icy cold.

All the joy of that unexpectedly sunny morning seemed to have passed.
"I am sorry, Miss Abbeway," he said almost humbly, "that you take my decision so hardly.

I ask you to remember that I am just an ordinary, typical Englishman, and that I have already lied for your sake.