first time in his easy-going life he knew shame. Even now he had not
grasped to the full the purport of her words. The scales were falling
from his eyes, but as yet he saw but dimly.

She began to speak again, in a low, monotonous voice, almost as if she
were talking to herself. She was looking past him, at the gulls that
swooped and skimmed above the glittering water.

"I'm so tired of money--money--money. Everything's money. Isn't there a
man in the world who won't sell himself? I thought that you--I suppose
I'm stupid. It's business, I suppose. One expects too much."

She looked at him wearily.

"Good-by," she said. "I'm going."

He did not move.

She turned, and went slowly up the path. Still he made no movement. A
spell seemed to be on him. His eyes never left her as she passed into
the shadow of the trees. For a moment her white dress stood out
clearly. She had stopped. With his whole soul he prayed that she would
look back. But she moved on once more, and was gone. And suddenly a
strange weakness came upon John. He trembled. The hillside flickered
before his eyes for an instant, and he clutched at the sandstone rock
to steady himself.

Then his brain cleared, and he found himself thinking swiftly. He could
not let her go like this. He must overtake her. He must stop her. He
must speak to her. He must say--he did not know what it was that he