f. Perhaps, in spite of his cold
realizations and the death of all illusion as to Karen's love for him,
they could really, now, come to an understanding, an accepted
compromise. His heart ached and would go on aching until time had
blunted its hurts, and a compromise was all he had to hope for. He had
nothing to expect from Karen but acceptance of fact and faithful
domesticity. But, after all the uncertainties and turmoils, this bitter
peace had its balms. He took up her last words.

"Ah, well, she'd have liked my liking," he analysed it. "I don't know
that she'd have liked me;--unless I could have managed to give her
actual worship, as you and her friends do. But I'm not going to say
anything more against her. She has forced the truth from me, and now we
may bury it. You shall see her, of course, whenever you want to. But I
hope that I shall never have to speak of her to you again."

The talk seemed to have been brought to an end. Karen, had risen and
Barker, entering at the moment, announced dinner.

"By Jove, is it as late as that," Gregory muttered, nodding to him. He
turned to Karen when Barker was gone and, the pink electric lights
falling upon her face, he saw as he had not seen before how grey and
sunken it was. She had made no movement towards the door.

"Gregory," she said, fixing her eyes upon him, and he then saw that he
had misinterpreted her quiet, "I tell you that these things are not
true. They are not true. Will you believe me?"

"What things?" he asked. But he was temporizing. He saw that the end had
not come.

"The things you believe of Tante. That she is a heartless woman, using
those who love her--feeding on their love. I say it is not true. Will
you believe me?"

She stood on the other side of the room, her arms hanging at her sides,
her hands hanging open, all her being concentrated in the ultimate
demand of her compelling gaze.

"Karen," he said, "I know that she must be lovable; I know, of course,
that she has power, and charm, and tenderness. I think I can understand
why you feel for her as you do. But I don't think that there is any
chance that I shall change my opinion of her; not for anything you say.
I believe that she takes you in completely."

Karen gazed at him. "You will still believe that she is tyrannous, and
dangerous, and false, whatever I may say?"

"Yes, Karen. I know it sounds horrible to you. You must try to forgive
me for it. We won't speak of it again; I promise yo