It seemed to Anne presently that she had left the earth altogether, and was gliding upwards through starland without effort or conscious movement of any sort, simply as though lifted by the hands that held her own. Their vitality thrilled through her like a strong current of electricity. She felt that whichever way they turned, wherever they led her, she must be safe. And there was a quivering ecstasy in that dazzling, rapid rush that filled her veins like liquid fire. "Do you know where you are?" he asked her once. And she answered, in a species of breathless rapture, "I feel as if I were caught in a rainbow." He laughed again at that, a soft, exultant laugh, and drew her more swiftly on. They left the other masqueraders behind; they left the shimmering lake and its many lights; and at last in the starlight only they slackened speed. Anne came out of her trance of delight to find that they were between the banks of the stream that fed the lake. The ground on each side of them shone white and hard in the frost-bound silence. The full moon was just rising over a long silver ridge of down. She stood with her face to its cold splendour, her hands still locked in that vital grip. Slowly at last, compelled she knew not how, she turned to the man beside her. His eyes were blazing at her with a lurid fire, and suddenly that sensation that had troubled her once before in his presence--a sensation of sharp uneasiness--pricked through her confidence. She stood quite still, conscious of a sudden quickening of her heart. But she did not shrink from that burning gaze. She met it with level eyes. For seconds they stood so, facing one another. He seemed to be trying in some fashion to subjugate her, to beat her down; but she would not yield an inch. And it was he who finally broke the spell. "Am I forgiven?" "For what?" she said. "For pretending to disbelieve you this morning." "Was it pretence?" she asked. "No, it wasn't!" he told her fiercely. "It was deadly earnest. I would have given all I had to be able to disbelieve you. Do you know that?" "But why, Nap?" "Why?" he said. "Because your goodness, your purity, are making a slave of me. If I could catch you--if I could catch you only once--cheating, as all other women cheat, I should be free. But you are irreproachable and incorruptible. I believe you are above temptation." "Oh, you don't know me," she interposed quietly. "But even if I were all these things, why should it vex you?" "Why?" he said. "Because you hold me back, you check me at every turn. You harness me to your chariot wheels, and I have to run in the path of virtue whether I will or not!" He broke off with a laugh that had in it a note of savagery. "Don't you even care to know what was in that letter that you never had?" he asked abruptly. "Tell me!" she said.