hand. A marked change appeared in the expression of his eyes--a
change which told her of the terrible passions that she had let
loose in him. She read, dimly read, something in his face which
made her tremble--not for herself, but for Frank.

Little by little the dark color faded out of his face. His deep
voice dropped suddenly to a low and quiet tone as he spoke the
parting words.

"Say no more, Miss Burnham--you have said enough. I am answered;
I am dismissed." He paused, and, stepping close up to her, laid
his hand on her arm.

"The time may come," he said, "when I shall forgive you. But the
man who has robbed me of you shall rue the day when you and he
first met."

He turned and left her.

A few minutes later, Mrs. Crayford, entering the conservatory,
was met by one of the attendants at the ball. The man stopped as
if he wished to speak to her.

"What do you want?" she asked.

"I beg your pardon, ma'am. Do you happen to have a
smelling-bottle about you? There is a young lady in the
conservatory who is taken faint."

Between the Scenes