He controlled himself. He held back those words that were on his tongue, ready to be flung out at her: "Yes, and in this room you behaved like hell with David Strong!" But he checked them in time. He lowered his head. "Forgive me, Alix," he said abjectly. "I--I did not know. I was wrong to follow you here. I could not help myself. I was mad to see you. Nothing could have stopped me." He looked up, struck by a sudden thought. "You call this sanctuary. It is a sacred place to you. Will you make it sacred to me? Promise here and now, in this sanctuary of yours, to be my wife, and all my life it shall be the most sacred spot on earth." She turned her head quickly to look at David Strong. A startled, incredulous expression leaped into her eyes. He was not there. By what magic had he vanished? She had felt his presence. He was sitting there a moment ago, his tousled head bent down over the pad of paper,--she was sure of it! Then she realized. A wave of relief surged over her. He was not there to hear this man making love to her in the room where he had poured out his soul to her. She experienced a curious thrill of exultation. David could never take back those unspoken words of love. She had them safely stored away in that blessed drawer! A flush of shame leaped to her cheeks. She could not banish the notion that he,--honest, devoted David,--had seen her in this man's arms, clinging to him, giving back his passionate kisses with all the horrid rapture of a--She stiffened. Her head went up. She faced the man who had robbed David. "I cannot marry you," she said quietly. The spell was gone. She was herself again. "I do not love you." He stared, speechless, uncomprehending. "You--you do not love me?" he gasped. "I do not love you," she repeated deliberately. "But, good God, you--you couldn't have kissed me as you--" "Please!" "--as you did just now," he went on, honestly bewildered. "You put your arms around my neck,--you kissed me--" "Stop! Yes, I know I did,--I know I did. But it was not love,--it was not love! I don't know what it was. You have some dreadful, appalling power to--Oh, you need not look at me like that! I don't care THAT for your scorn. Call me a fool, if you like,--call me ANYTHING you like. It is all one to me now. What's done, is done. But it can never happen again. I will not even say that I am ashamed, for in saying so I would be confessing that I was responsible for my actions. I was not responsible. That is all, Mr. Thane. No doubt you are sincere in asking me to be your wife. No doubt your love for me is sincere. I should like to think so--always. It would help me to forget my own weakness. I am going. I want you to leave this house before I go, Mr. Thane." She spoke calmly, evenly, with the utmost self-possession.