rt with the sanguineness of woman. He had never been so charming and
so plausible. I let him go on, exulting in the discovery that he was a
liar, for I knew that it pushed me a step towards recovery. When he had
finished I told him that I had seen him in the Hofgarten. I never shall
forget how white he turned. But if he had been an adventurer his mind
could not have been more nimble. He recovered himself instantly,
admitted the impeachment, insisted that he had just returned when I saw
him, had accepted a seat in the lady's carriage as he was entering his
hotel--before he had time to go to his room and find my note. I knew
that he was lying, but when he changed the subject to impassioned
pleading that I would cross to England at once, I was forced to believe
that he loved me.

"But I was miserably undecided. Moreover, I could not leave Munich. My
quarterly remittance was unaccountably delayed. I told him this. He knew
that I would not move without my own money, but he sent off several
cables. The reply came that the drafts had gone and must have been lost
in the mails. Duplicates would be sent. There was nothing to do but
wait.

"I suppose that money enters into all things. It certainly ruled my
destiny. The fortnight that ensued I never think of if I can help it. He
was desperately bored with Munich, but too polite to leave me alone. I
saw him with the woman three or four times. She was an Austrian who did
not visit the Baroness L., and she was staying at his hotel. There was
no doubt that he still wished to marry me, but I was in even less doubt
that his ruined nature would yield more and more to this sort of
fascination when my novelty had worn thin. Before my money arrived my
mind was made up. I dared not trust myself to the seduction of his
manner and voice--he was a past-master in the art of making love. I
wrote him that I would not marry a man I could not trust, and fled to
Vienna, telling my Munich bankers to keep my letters until I sent for
them. For two weeks I travelled madly through Austria and Hungary. Never
for a moment was I free of torments. Never before had I actually
comprehended what love meant. I hardly ate or slept. I arrived at a
place only to leave it. The hotel-keepers thought I was the American
tourist overtaken by that final madness they had always anticipated.
When the fortnight finished I looked back upon an eternity in purgatory.
I surrendered; at least he loved me in his way. He had never