"In frankness, sir, I should be best pleased if you did not return," she said coldly, then, turning to Carford, she looked inquiringly at him. She conceived that he had done her bidding, and thought that the gentlemen concealed their quarrel from her. "You go with M. de Fontelles, my lord?" she asked. "With your permission, I remain here," he answered. She was vexed, and rose to her feet as she cried, "Then where is M. de Fontelles going?" Fontelles took the reply for himself. "I am going to seek a gentleman with whom I have business," said he. "You have none with my Lord Carford?" "What I have with him will wait." "He desires it should wait?" she asked in a quick tone. "Yes, madame." "I'd have sworn it," said Barbara Quinton. "But with Mr Simon Dale----" "With Simon Dale? What concern have you with Simon Dale?" "He has mocked me twice, and I believe hinders me now," returned Fontelles, his hot temper rising again. Barbara clasped her hands, and cried triumphantly, "Go to him, go to him. Heaven is good to me! Go to Simon Dale!" The amazed eyes of Fontelles and the sullen enraged glance of Carford recalled her to wariness. Yet the avowal (O, that it had pleased God I should hear it!) must have its price and its penalty. A burning flush spread over her face and even to the border of the gown on her neck. But she was proud in her shame, and her eyes met theirs in a level gaze. To Fontelles her bearing and the betrayal of herself brought fresh and strong confirmation of Carford's warning. But he was a gentleman, and would not look at her when her blushes implored the absence of his eyes. "I go to seek Mr Dale," said he gravely, and without more words turned on his heel. In a sudden impulse, perhaps a sudden doubt of her judgment of him, Barbara darted after him. "For what purpose do you seek him?" "Madame," he answered, "I cannot tell you." She looked for a moment keenly in his face; her breath came quick and fast, the hue of her cheek flashed from red to white. "Mr Dale," said she, drawing herself up, "will not fear to meet you." Again Fontelles bowed, turned, and was gone, swiftly and eagerly striding down the avenue, bent on finding me. Barbara was left alone with Carford. His heavy frown and surly eyes accused her. She had no mind to accept the part of the guilty. "Well, my lord," she said, "have you told this M. de Fontelles what honest folk would think of him and his errand?" "I believe him to be honest," answered Carford. "You live the quieter for your belief!" she cried contemptuously. "I live the less quiet for what I have seen just now," he retorted.