"Yes. Jack will have none of it. He asks me to be his steward and to use Wyncham as I will. He is very generous." "Yes, oh yes. And you will, Richard?" He ignored the question. "He--Warburton--says he is not much changed." "Oh?" Again the long-drawn monosyllable, accompanied by a tiny yawn. "He says he does not think--Jack--bears me ill-will--" He paused, as if expecting her to speak, but she was absorbed in arranging two flowers--culled from a bowl at her side--at her breast, and took no notice. Carstares turned his head away wearily. "If it were not for you, my dear, I would tell the truth. I believe I shall go crazed an I do not." "Dick!" ... She dropped the flowers on the floor and thought no more about them. "Dick!" "Oh, you need have no fear! I do not suppose," bitterly, "that I have the courage to face them all now--after six years." Lavinia moved restlessly, brushing her hand along the couch. "You will not do it, Richard? Promise! You _will_ not? I could not bear the disgrace of it; promise me you will never do it?" "No," he said slowly, not looking at her. "No, I cannot promise that." She sprang to her feet, flinging her broidery from her carelessly, and waved fierce, agitated little hands. "That means you will do it. You _want_ to disgrace me! You do not _care_ how you hurt me by holding this threat over my head so cruelly! You--" "Lavinia, for heaven's sake!" he implored, pushing back his chair. "Calm yourself!" He knew she was about to fly into one of her sudden passions, and frowned with acute vexation. "I will not! Oh yes, yes! You think me a shrew! I know! I know! But you need not frown on me, sir, for you are worse! No, I will not hush. I am a horrid woman, yes, but you are a cheat--a cheat--a cheat!" Carstares strode over to her. "Lavinia!" "No--no! Leave me alone! You make me miserable! You refuse me everything that I want most, and then you threaten to disgrace me--" "That is untrue!" cried Richard, goaded into replying. "I will not promise, that is all. What have I refused you that was within my means to give you? God knows you try your best to ruin me--" "There! There! 'Tis _I_ who am to blame! Pray, did you not induce my lord to leave his money to John when you knew he would have willed it all to you an you had kept silence? You took no thought to me--" "For heaven's sake, Lavinia, be still! You do not know what you are saying!" She pressed her hands to her hot cheeks. "No--I am unreasonable! I know it, but don't _tell_ me so, for I cannot bear it! And don't look reproach at me, Richard! You drive me mad, I tell you!" She was sweeping up and down the room like some caged animal, lashing herself to a worse fury.