“My dear Miss Starbrow,” he said, “I must congratulate you on your--ahem--late repentance. You know you were always a great woman-hater--a kind of she-misogynist, if such a form of expression is allowable. You must have changed indeed before bringing that fresh charming young girl out with you.” He angered her and she did not conceal it, because she could not, though knowing that he was studying to annoy her from motives of revenge. For this man, who was old enough to be her father, and had spent the last decade trying to pick up a woman with money to mend his broken fortunes--this watery-eyed, smirking old beau, who wrote himself down young, going about Regent Street on a cold November day without overcoat or spectacles--this man had had the audacity to propose marriage to her! She had sent him about his business with a burst of scorn, which shook his old, battered moral constitution like a tempest of wind and thunder, and he had not forgotten it. He chuckled at the successful result of his attack, not caring to conceal his glee; but this meeting proved very unfortunate for poor Fan. After dismissing her old lover with scant courtesy, Miss Starbrow caught up with the girl, and they walked on in silence, looking at no shop-windows now. One glance at the dark angry face was enough to spoil Fan's pleasure for the day and to make her shrink within herself, wondering much as to what had caused so great and sudden a change. Arrived at Piccadilly Circus, Miss Starbrow called a cab. “Get in, Fan,” she said, speaking rather sharply. “I have a headache and am going home.” The headache seemed so like a fit of anger that Fan did not venture to speak one word of sympathy. After reaching home, Miss Starbrow, without saying a word, went to her room. Fan ventured to follow her there. “I wish to be left alone for the rest of the day,” said her mistress. “Tell Rosie that I don't wish to be disturbed. After you have had your dinner go down to the drawing-room and sit there by the fire with your book. And--stay, if anyone calls to see me, say that I have a headache and do not wish to be disturbed.” Fan went sorrowfully away and had her dinner, and was mocked by Rosie when she delivered the message, and then taking her book she went to the drawing-room on the ground-floor. After she had been there half an hour she heard a knock, and presently the door was opened and Captain Horton walked in. “What, alone, Miss Affleck! Tell me about Miss Starbrow,” he said, advancing and taking her hand. Fan explained that Miss Starbrow was lying down, suffering from a headache, and did not wish to be disturbed. “I am sorry to hear it,” he said. “But I can sit here and have a little conversation with you, Fan--your name is Fan, is it not?”