sentiment. But now that he had gone, it came upon her with a shock of
joyful surprise that she was free--beautifully, gloriously free!

The ecstasy only lasted for a moment. Then with a sudden childish
movement she put her hand resentfully to her face where the roughness of
his beard had grazed it. She wished he had not kissed her--it would be a
disagreeable memory.

"I shall never forget now," she muttered. "I shall never be able to
forget."

There was an odd note of fear in her voice.




CHAPTER VII

THE OTHER SIDE OF THE DOOR

Having secured Kitty's forgotten fan, Mallory absent-mindedly descended
the long stone flight of steps instead of taking the lift and,
regaining the street, hailed a passing taxi and drove towards Green
Street, whither the Seymours' car had already proceeded.

As the driver threaded his way through the traffic, Peter's thoughts
revolved round the scene which his unexpected return to the flat had
interrupted. There was only one deduction to be drawn from it, which
was that Nan, after all, still cared for Maryon Rooke. The old love
still held her.