He sat down again beside her. His vicinity made her quiver, but she controlled her nerves valiantly. "Thank you for the note you sent me yesterday," she said, "and the enclosure. I do not want so large an allowance as you are giving me." "Try it for a year," he told her. "If it is too much, you need not spend it. Save it up against a rainy day." "_A year!_" The words escaped her unawares. It was as if she said, "_A century!_" Well, he had told her it was a life-sentence. The prospect of that future made the sunshine dim, and for a moment she felt as though she could not bear it. "While we are on the subject," he went on, ignoring the faint cry, though he heard it well enough, "I mean the subject of allowances, I am wondering whether I am allowing your mother enough. Since I saw you first I have let Lissendean at a very good rent, and I have been thinking I might spare another hundred----" "Stop!" She was quite white--even her lips lost colour. "On no account!" she gasped. "It is quite enough--more than enough! You have bought me and paid the price. It is done with. I can't talk about it." Her pallor frightened him. "By all means, if it affects you so," he replied at once. "I certainly don't want to bother you. Sorry I blunder so badly. Let us talk of something else. How did you get downstairs this morning?" "Hemming was very clever. He remembered that the old ladies who lived here had a carrying-chair, and he found it in the coach-house. He scrubbed it, and Grover and he carried me down quite easily." "Here comes Hemming to say that our lunch is ready," he broke in. "I can carry you indoors." "Oh, no, no, please!" she broke out in distaste which she could not control. "Hemming is bringing the chair. Don't trouble yourself--I can easily----" Hemming was quite near, so Gaunt made no further protest. Grover had likewise appeared, and soon had the invalid carefully placed in the chair. "Doctor said this morning that 'twould do her no harm to put her feet down for meals, provided she don't stand on 'em," she remarked; and the two men picked up and carried the light weight into the house. There was little embarrassment during lunch, for they were not _tête-à-tête_. Grover and Hemming seemed to be hovering about Mrs. Gaunt all the time with little dishes specially prepared, and they did not withdraw finally until the cheese was on the table. Then, indeed, silence dropped deeply. Evidently Virginia had come to the end of her former policy. He was to have no more "prattle." She sat quite silent, sipping her prescribed champagne and eating a biscuit. Gaunt lit a cigarette, and smoked for a few minutes without attempting conversation. Then he rose, laying the stump carefully in his plate, and came to the hearth-rug, half-way between his place and hers. "You would like to go up to your room and rest before getting ready for your drive?" he asked. "Presently, thank you--when Hemming comes back."