stood impassible - hatefully impassible. ....... if I were to consent
to... this ... how... how soon... ?" He understood the unfinished
question. Interest warmed his face again. He took a step towards her,
but by a gesture she seemed to beg him come no nearer.

"If you will promise to marry me within the week, Richard shall have no
cause to fear either for his life or his honour at my hands."

She seemed now to be recovering her calm. "Very well," she said, her
voice singularly steady. "Let that be a bargain between us. Spare
Richard's life and honour - both, remember! - and on Sunday next ... "
For all her courage her voice quavered and faltered. She dared add no
more, lest it should break altogether.

Mr. Wilding drew a deep breath. Again he would have advanced. "Ruth!"
he cried, and some repentance smote him, some shame shook him in his
purpose. At that moment it was in his mind to capitulate
unconditionally; to tell her that Richard should have naught to fear
from him, and yet that she should go free as the winds. Her gesture
checked him. It was so eloquent of aversion. He paused in his advance,
stifled his better feelings, and turned once more, relentless. The door
opened and old Walters stood awaiting his commands.

"Mistress Westmacott is leaving," he informed his servant, and bowed
low and formally in farewell before her. She passed out without another
word, the old butler following, and presently through the door that
emained open came Trenchard, in quest of Mr. Wilding who stood bemused.

Nick sauntered in, his left eye almost hidden by the rakish cock of his
hat, one hand tucked away under the skirts of his plum-coloured coat,