s all passed and over with long ago. All I know is, the fellow
is gone on you, all right. Why, he pulled a gun on me last night
merely because I chanced to mention your name in his presence."

The telltale color swept back into her cheeks in swift wave. For an
instant her eyes wavered, then came back to the man's sneering face.

"Did--did you dare tell him?"

He laughed lightly, softly patting his hand on the railing, his own
eyes partially veiled by lowered lids.

"Torn off the mask of unimpeachable virtue, have I?" he chuckled, well
pleased. "Rather prefer not to have our late affair blowed to this
particular young man, hey? Well, I suspected as much; and really,
Lizzie, you ought to know I am not that sort of a cur. I 've held my
tongue all right so far, and consequently I expect you to do me a good
deed in return. That's a fair enough proposition, is n't it?"

She did not immediately answer, gazing upon him as she might at some
foul snake which had fascinated her, her breath coming in half-stifled
sobs, her hand clutching the heavy curtain for support.

"Oh, good God!" she faltered at last, speaking as though half dazed.
"You must possess the spirit of a demon. Why do you continue to
torture me so? You have no right--no right; you forfeited all you ever
possessed years ago. Under Heaven, I am nothing to you; and in your
heart you know I have done nothing wrong, nothing to awaken even the
foul suspicions of jealousy. Mr. Winston has been my friend, yet even
that friendship--innocent and unsullied--is already past; we have
parted for all time."

"Indeed! You are such a consummate actress, Lizzie, I scarcely know
what really to believe. Probably, then, you no longer object to my
telling the gentleman the story?"

Her lips closed firmly.

"I shall tell him myself."

"Oh! Then, after all your fine words of renunciation, you will see him
again! Your reform is soon ended. Well, my girl, there is really no
necessity for any such sacrifice on your part. No one here suspects
anything regarding our little affair excepting you and me. You do what
I desire with this Winston, and I 'm mum. What do you say?"

She sank back into a chair, utterly unable to stand longer, hiding her
face in her hands.

"What--what is it you wish?" she questioned wearily.

He leaned forward and placed his hand, almost in caress, upon her
skirt, but she drew the cloth hastily away, a sudden sob shaking her
voice.

"O