"I hoped I might have passed unrecognized; but I feared that was too much to expect. I was tempted to break my resolution and write to you after all, explaining why I went to Lady Diana's wedding. But I stuck it out because--well, because it _was_ a resolution. Silly maybe! all the same, I had it a good deal at heart to find a new place for myself in the world before I made a sign to any of my friends, even loyal Peggy. Besides, I had a safe sort of feeling you wouldn't misjudge me." "I'm glad you felt that," I said. "Almost glad enough to be glad you didn't write. Though--I should have liked to hear." "Well, I thought of you a lot, if I didn't write. And I couldn't help looking at you in church that day. I sent you wireless messages with my eyes once or twice, although I knew it would be best if you didn't get any of them." "I believe I did get them. I seemed to know that some one was calling me." "It wasn't a S. O. S. call!" Eagle smiled. "I found--well, I found that I wasn't in distress, or need of help. That's precisely why I went to St. George's, Peggy. I wanted to test myself. Did you think the reason might be that?" "No! I thought of a dozen things it might be, but never that one!" "It was the only motive that could have taken me there. I felt it gave me a right to go, even though--if people who knew how things had been saw me, they might--well, they might think me guilty of very bad taste. But I didn't mean to be seen. I wasn't asked to show a card. I walked in early and chose a place at the back of the church. I trusted to the crowd to hide me, and it did. Dalziel may have caught a glimpse of me between women's hats, but he couldn't have been sure if it hadn't been for that affair afterward. That was bad luck, in a way, although I was glad, if the accident had to happen, that I could be of use. However, it didn't affect the question of my being in church. And I must tell you about that. I didn't go to England for the purpose of making the experiment with myself. It was another reason which took me there. But being in England, I--tried it--tried it with success." "You mean me to understand that--you _didn't care_?" "Not exactly that! I'm not made of iron or marble. I didn't sit there in church without a qualm. But the feelings I had were not those I'd thought I must defend myself against. What I felt was--was no more and no less than a rage of hatred against that damned--forgive me, Peggy!--against that----" "Damned villain, Sidney Vandyke," I fiercely finished the sentence as he had meant to end it.