"That’s the girl you were making love to," Lilian’s heart accused him. "She’s going to be very rich and she’ll pay all your family debts. That’s what it is. But what difference does it make?" her heart added, "You are you." And aloud: "I heard the yacht was leaving to-night." "She was. But I persuaded old Macmusson to stop another day." "Really!" "And do you know why?" "No." "Because I had some hope of meeting you here to-night." She flushed again. She saw the ante-room at Clifford Street at the moment when he came back to ask her to wake him by telephone. He must have been well aware, then, that he had made a conquest, because in the ante-room she had not been able to hide her soft emotion. From that moment he had forgotten her; yet he could not have forgotten her. Perhaps he had somehow been prevented from meeting her in the meantime. Now at the mere second sight of her he had stopped the great yacht on the chance of talking to her! He had thrown over the young rich girl at a single glimpse of Lilian as she passed! It was astounding. But in fact she was not astounded. She glanced up at him. His smooth, handsome red face was alive with admiration. And was she not really to be admired, even by the Lord Mackworths? Was she not marvellous? Did not all the company in the rooms regard her as marvellous? She thrilled to the romance of the incredible event. He was so young and big and strong and handsome; he had such prestige in her eyes. She saw visions. But the frightful apprehension--no longer a wall, rather a cloud--swallowed up the visions and froze the thrill. Felix held her. A gust of ruthless common sense inspired her to say primly: "It’s always dangerous to give reasons for what one’s done." And, nodding, she left him. Immediately afterwards she had to sit down. V In the Hills When she at length returned to Felix and, squeezing through the outer rings of gladiators against chance, touched him delicately on the shoulder, he faced her with a bright youthful smile, and without any surprise--it was plain to her that he had recognized her from the light touch of her finger. "Do you want me to stop?" She nodded. He gathered his counters together and rose with alacrity. "You came in the nick of time," he said. "But, of course, you would! I’ve been playing wild and I’ve made a thousand francs into rather more than six thousand. It was the very moment to flee from the wrath that was coming. Let’s run, run, to the change-desk before I change my mind and decide to begin to lose. That’s the only insurance--getting rid of the counters, because when you’ve got rid of ’em you’re too ashamed with yourself to get more."