"By the time I met you"--he spoke in his ordinary tone--"you had
begun to grow tired of it."

"Yes--and----" She rose. "We won't sit here any longer."

When they had walked for a few minutes:

"How long shall you stay in Paris?" she asked.

"Won't you let me travel with you?"

"I do whatever you wish," Eve answered simply.



CHAPTER XVII


Her accent of submission did not affect Hilliard as formerly; with a
nervous thrill, he felt that she spoke as her heart dictated. In his
absence Eve had come to regard him, if not with the feeling he
desired, with something that resembled it; he read the change in her
eyes. As they walked slowly away she kept nearer to him than of
wont; now and then her arm touched his, and the contact gave him a
delicious sensation. Askance he observed her figure, its graceful,
rather languid, movement; to-night she had a new power over him, and
excited with a passion which made his earlier desires seem
spiritless.