"That's our admirable friend Kenyon," he added. "That's the man who shared rooms with Peter--whose charm of manner got us all at Oxford, and who was made one of the family by father and mother when he came to this country. I hit him for Peter, for you and for myself in that glorious ten minutes to-day. I left him lying on the floor in his rooms all over his own black blood, and if ever I meet him again, in any part of the world, at any time of my life, I'll give him another dose of the same sort--for Peter, for you and for me--That's what I came to tell you, Bee." He bent forward and kissed her, turned round and left the room. That was Kenyon, Graham had said. Standing where he had left her, with this story of utter and incredible treachery in her ears, Belle added another count to Graham's indictment,--that of trying to seduce her without even the promise of marriage, when her grief at parting with him made her weak. For a moment she stood chilled and stunned. That was Kenyon--All along she had been fooled--all along he had been playing with her as though she amounted merely to a light creature with whom men passed the time. It was due to her father,--of all men, her father,--that she stood there that night, humiliated but unharmed, with her pride all slashed and bleeding, her self-respect at a discount, but with nothing on her conscience that would make her face the passing days with fear and horror. She suddenly flamed into action. "Yes; that's Kenyon!" she thought, and making a sort of blazing pounce on the middle drawer of her dressing-table she pulled it open, took out the large photograph of a man in hunting-kit, and with queer, choking cries of rage and scorn, tore it into shreds and stamped upon the pieces. XVI Belle got very little sleep that night. Having finally decided, on top of her talk with Graham, that Kenyon had intended to treat her much in the same way as he had treated Peter, she endeavored to look back honestly and squarely at the whole time during which that super-individualist had occupied her thoughts. She saw herself as a very foolish, naïve girl, without balance, without reserve and without the necessary caution in her treatment of men which should come from proper training and proper advice.