“You have forced this upon me,” she said hurriedly, “and it may be ruin to us both. Why have you betrayed me?” “Betrayed you, Lulu--Good God! what do you mean?” She looked him full in the eye, and then said slowly, “Do you mean to say that you have told no one of our meetings?” “Only one--my old friend Blandford, who lives--Ah, yes! I see it now. You are neighbors. He has betrayed me. This house is--” “My father's!” she replied boldly. The momentary uneasiness passed from Demorest's resolute face. His old self-sufficiency returned. “Good,” he said, with a frank laugh, “that will do for me. Open the door there, Lulu, and take me to him. I'm not ashamed of anything I've done, my girl, nor need you be. I'll tell him my real name is Dick Demorest, as I ought to have told you before, and that I want to marry you, fairly and squarely, and let him make the conditions. I'm not a vagabond nor a thief, Lulu, if I have met you on the sly. Come, dear, let us end this now. Come--” But she had thrown herself before him and placed her hand upon his lips. “Hush! are you mad? Listen to me, I tell you--please--oh, do--no you must not!” He had covered her hand with kisses and was drawing her face towards his own. “No--not again, it was wrong then, it is monstrous now. I implore you, listen, if you love me, stop.” He released her. She sank into a chair by the kitchen-table, and buried her flushed face in her hands. He stood for a moment motionless before her. “Lulu, if that is your name,” he said slowly, but gently, “tell me all now. Be frank with me, and trust me. If there is anything stands in the way, let me know what it is and I can overcome it. If it is my telling Ned Blandford, don't let that worry you, he's as loyal a fellow as ever breathed, and I'm a dog to ever think he willingly betrayed us. His wife, well, she's one of those pious saints--but no, she would not be such a cursed hypocrite and bigot as this.” “Hush, I tell you! WILL you hush,” she said, in a frantic whisper, springing to her feet and grasping him convulsively by the lapels of his overcoat. “Not a word more, or I'll kill myself. Listen! Do you know what I brought you here for? why I left my--this house and dragged you out of your hotel? Well, it was to tell you that you must leave me, leave HERE--go out of this house and out of this town at once, to-night! And never look on it or me again! There! you have said we must end this now. It is ended, as only it could and ever would end. And if you open that door except to go, or if you attempt to--to touch me again, I'll do something desperate. There!” She threw him off again and stepped back, strangely beautiful in the loosened shackles of her long repressed human emotion. It was as if the passion-rent robes of the priestess had laid bare the flesh of the woman dazzling and victorious. Demorest was fascinated and frightened. “Then you do not love me?” he said with a constrained smile, “and I am a fool?”