The girl moved uneasily, and glanced towards the conservatory.

"He was not an old man," Guy Oscard went on. "He was only forty-
nine. He might have lived another thirty years."

She nodded, understanding the significance of his tone.

"There," he said, with an awkward laugh, "do you still believe in
me?"

"Yes," she answered, still looking away.

There was a little pause. They were both sitting forward in their
chairs looking towards the conservatory.

"It was not the money that tempted me," said Guy very deliberately;
"it was you."

She rose from her chair as if to join her aunt and the horticultural
old gentleman.

"You must not say that," she said, in little more than a whisper,
and without looking round she went towards Lady Cantourne. Her eyes
were gleaming with a singular suppressed excitement, such as one
sees in the eyes of a man fresh from a mad run across country.

Guy Oscard rose also, and followed more deliberately. There was
nothing for him to do but to take his leave.