tiny bit of lace, a handkerchief that
some time before had fluttered to the floor and had been left lying
there.

"But--" she spoke now--"you--you who seemed all that was--I can't
believe--it is impossible--inconceivable--"

His features twitched, the nerves seemed moving beneath the skin; but he
answered in a hard tone. "I have told you the truth; because," the words
broke from him, "I had to! Must I," despite himself there was an accent
of acutest pain in his voice, "repeat it?"

"No!" said the girl. "Oh, no."

"You guessed I was going away. I was going so that you might never learn
what you know now."

"I--guessed you were going? Ah, to-night--on the balcony!"

Did he divine what her words recalled, could not but bring to mind? A
tint sprang to her white face; it spread even to the white throat. The
blue eyes grew hard, very hard; the little hand he had so short a while
before held in his, closed; the slender figure which had then seemed to
waver, straightened. He read the thought his words had evoked, did not
meet her eyes now.

"You tell me what you have--And yet you have come--dared to come
here--under this roof--?"

It may be she also recalled his look when first he had entered this
room, and, turning, had seen her; that her mind retained the impress of
a bearing, bold, mocking.

"Oh," she said, "it was infamous!"

The word struck him like a whip, lashed his face to a dull red; the
silence grew.

"I would not presume to dispute or to contradict any conclusion you may
have reached," he spoke at length in a low, even voice. "I had not, as I
said, intended this last, this most inexcusable intrusion. You have now
only one course to pursue--" His gaze turned to the long silken
bell-rope on the wall. "And I promise not to resist."

Her glance followed his, returned to his face, to his eyes, quietly
challenging. She took a step.

"Well?" he said.

She had suddenly stopped; in the hall voices were heard approaching; he
too caught them.

"That simplifies matters," he remarked.

Her breast stirred; she stood listening; they came nearer--now were at
the door. A measured knocking broke the stillness.

"Jocelyn!" The voice was that of Sir Charles. "Are you there?" She did
not answer. "Kindly unlock the door."

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CHAPTER XIV

AN ANSWER

The girl made no motion to obey and the knocking was repeated;
mechanically she moved toward the threshold. "Yes?"