He could not indeed resist casting a look of amused triumph at the Dowager as he passed her with her daughter on his arm, but his conscience pricked him nevertheless, for he felt that his presence must be distasteful to his fair companion. That she really cared for him at all he could not bring himself to believe in the light of their conversation on the walk. Still, her frankness might have been assumed through pique at unreturned affection, and with a desire born of pride, to blind him to the true state of her feelings. The more he thought of this the more uneasy he became, and he could not help noticing that she was much more pale than he had as yet seen her, and seemed singularly abstracted. Moreover, he was certain that she was incurring her mother's displeasure, which would be to her a grave matter. He tried to make such atonement as lay in his power to make her feel at ease and to divert her mind. He told her his best stories, gave her his most brilliant conversation, but in vain. His endeavours fell hopelessly flat, and at last, after a dreadful pause, they spoke that which was in their hearts. "Do you think it was nice of you to take me in to dinner?" she asked in that quiet conversational tone with which so many secrets have been told at dinners without arresting the attention of others. "Really," he said, "I'd no option. Our hostess----" "You managed to avoid it last night." Stanley flushed. "Do you mind so much?" he asked. "Oh, no; but mamma." "She didn't show me much consideration the last time we met." "I was very sorry for you," she replied, "but as it had to come I thought I was better out of the way." "Do you mean to say that you deliberately left me to my fate?" "You mustn't be too hard on mamma. She wouldn't have thought she was doing right if she had not spoken." "But," he continued relentlessly, "you----" "Oh! I----?" "Yes, supposing I had--succumbed." She paused a minute, and then looked shyly up at him. "In that case," she began, when Mrs. Roberts rose, and gave the signal for the ladies to retire. Stanley cursed the convention, yet perhaps it was fortunate, as the Dowager had been growing dangerously red and puffy in the face, owing to the fact that the two young people had, unconsciously, drawn closer together in the excitement of those unfinished words. The cigars seemed interminable; but at last they were over, and the gentlemen were at liberty to seek the drawing-room.